Owner	Pose
Vorpal	Vorpal stands outside of Robin's room for a few moments. He had not been at the tower when the incident occurred- he hd been, in fact, in Australia, for reasons best left unexplored for now. He was, essentially, out of communicator range. He knocks on the door and waits, tucking a small box under one warm. Another red X strike. The third, if he was not mistaken- because he is convinced that the 'malfunction' in the training room was no malfunction at all, though he has not shared these suspicions. If this were Tic-Tac-Toe, they would have lost by virtue of three big red X-es on the grid. Thank goodness this game was a lot more complicated than that. "Hey, Damian?" Vorpal says, keeping his voice just loud enough to be heard through the door, "Mind some company, or should I go away?"
Damian Wayne	No sounds are heard from behind the door, the door opens itself once Vorpal has talked. In bed (or futon) on the ground, was Damian, attached to an IV for fluids.   He was bare-chested, bandaged up around the ribs and sporting a bloodied bandage over his left shoulder. Where the bullet had hit him. "Guess who was right." He says a little boastful, but it sure came at a price.
Vorpal	"Let me guess. You got into an argument about a parking ticket, you were right, and the other guy beat you up to make a point," the Cheshire cat quips and closes the door behind him and then sits down on his haunches by the futon, still keeping the box under his arm. "You're the same usual snarkling, so I guess you're going to live."
Damian Wayne	"I got in an argument with Jason Todd. And lost." He was found in the basement, his bloodied and battered uniform was nearby. "But it confirmed my theory."   He has told Vorpal about it before, how he thought it was Jason Todd behind Red X. "Where've you been?"
Vorpal	"None of your business," the cat answers with a smirk and proffers the box instead as a distraction. It contains a selection of dark chocolate- the real thing, not the crap most stores pass as authentic. Single-bean origin. A few from Ecuador, dark and bitter, some from Ghana, with a fruity aftertaste. "So Jason Todd is Red X, then? How did he get in? And, more importantly, how did he get *out*?"
Damian Wayne	Damian takes the chocolate offered, trying a piece. "That's not bad." He says, even if he wasn't one for sweets, this was much different.   "It was a vent in the chem lab. It leads outdoors directly for safety. The sensor caught it, but he knew where it was. I'm guessing he went the same way. I was face down in my own blood at the time."
Vorpal	"So how come the Robin who got himself killed got the drop on you? Your assassin training alone should be superior to whatever training he had in the few years he had as Robin before he got himself killed." Vorpal sits back on his butt and keeps himself propped up with his hands, crossing his legs. "Fill me in on what hapened."
Damian Wayne	Damian manages a ">tt<" before he continues. "Nice form, insulting a man when he is down." He was genuine at the comment, it was something he would have done.   "He managed to get in, I had only thought it was a sensor error. I started my investigation. He still was able to move with silence before he stabbed at me. Caught my cape and tunic too. I'm going to have to get a new one sent from the Batcave. I don't know if he's still under the effects of the Lazarus or what."
Vorpal	"You know that thing I've been saying about breakaway capes? That's why." Vorpal points at Damian, "They he breakaway collars for cats, I'm sure you batfolk can adapt the design. Though admittedly Bruce would probably look rather silly in his bat-suit without a cape to trail ominously, if he had to get rid of it." He is silent for a moment, his expression remains detached. "So where do we go from here?"
Damian Wayne	"I'm going to get better, and find him. And then I'm going to hand him his own ass." Damian says rather quipped. He was angry, and ready for a fight it seems.
Vorpal	"This ass, on a scale from none to Grayson, how much is it?" Because a little frivolity and a reason for Damian to admonish him might actually cheer the Robin out. Let it never be said that he doesn't do nice things for anyone. "I want to find him as well. And you aren't going to find him alone. This is team thing. Correct?"
Damian Wayne	Damian holds a hand in his fist. Seems he is ready now. "If that is what it takes." He holds his ribs, still in pain. "We will have to find him. And find Goliath."
Vorpal	"Which brings up one important question- what resources does a person who has been ded *have*? Does he own a place? If not, then he may be keeping Goliath in a natural storage place like a cave." The cat rubs his chin and stays quiet for a moment. "Do you have any leads of his whereabouts I might look into while you recover?"
Damian Wayne	Damian held his side as he laid back on his pillows. "He had plenty of gadgetry. Amongst other things. He didn't seem to have a lack of anything.   "You would have to start with my mother. And I wouldn't recommend trying to find her. She will kill without thinking about it." Damian's green eyes pierced their way to Vorpal. He was trying to look as forbidding as possible. "I'm serious about that. Mother and Grandfather are not to be trifled with."
Vorpal	"Yes, andy you have made it plain enough that I am not qualified to handle major threats." Vorpal dusts himself off and stands up. "Since I cannot start with your mother, I will start with your father instead." He grins. "He knew Jason personally, whereas you only have second-hand information. If your stubborn and cantankerous father will release anything, it may give me a starting one. Who knows? Maybe I am capable of some detective work myself." He crosses his arms and leans back against the wall.
Damian Wayne	"You're going to find the Bat? Nice move." Batman would definitely have information on Jason that he wouldn't.   "If you need help, let me know." Robin, being supportive? Seems being convalescing is doing him some good.
Vorpal	"What you can do to help me is get better and not go off doing something to get you injured again. One injury at a time is the team limit, I think." Vorpal nods and smirks a little. "I could always drop by the mansion, or Rabbit Hole there, but that would get me on his bad side. I'll search for him in Gotham." And he knows how he's going to attract his attention. There is an awkward silence for a moment, and then the cat finally pipes up. "Damian..." he trails off, and starts again. "Back when I faced Red X, he said some things. Things that were..." he loses the trail of the thought, as if that particular approach was not satisfying him. Instead, he leads with "Do you think I have become more- more feral as of late?"
Damian Wayne	Damian looks to his friend, he is nothing if not honest. "You take more risks. Since that shit with Beast Boy happened. You've been different, not worse, just different." At least he is honest there. "I'm sure Red X was trying to get under your skin, trying to get you off your game. Don't let it distract you."
Vorpal	Vorpal nods slowly, taking this into himself and remaining quiet for a few seconds. Then he asks: "That monitoring systemm your old man has in Gotham... do you know if the Gotham Museum is one of the places he monitors in real time?"
Damian Wayne	"He doesn't monitor it in real time, but they have WayneTech security. If the alarm goes off, he will know." Damian responds, looking to Vorpal. "What are you planning?"
Vorpal	"There's one way to attract Batman in Gotham." Vorpal smirks, and in a finger snap Catwoman is standing there. "I figured that if someone catches sight of Gotham's most notorious cat burglar on the museum rooftop..."
Damian Wayne	Damian smirks with a bit of a devilish grin. "You know that's just cruel. He may beat you up to spite you." He's bluffing of course, but that was his style. "Good luck, and don't piss him off too much."
Vorpal	"I'll just tell him it was your idea if he does," Vorpal matches Damian's evil grin and heads for the door. "Rest up. Maybe next time you're conscious I may have a lead. Or a broken arm" And he walks out.