Owner	Pose
Vorpal	"Play M79" "Playing 'M79' by Vampire Weekend." As the home assistant begins to blast the first few seconds of the song out of the speakers, Tommy lets himself sink onto the couch with a sigh. The AC is, once again, on the fritz and the landlord has only given a tentative repair deadline. Until then, it's days of open windows and underwear, and lemonade drinks drank with quiet desperation. The Cheshire cat lounges on the couch, eyes closed, trying to forget the past few days as much as he wants to forget the heat. Wasted days you've come to pass So go I know you would not stay It wasn't true, but anyway Pollination yellow cab. He smirks at the lyrics, and tries to simply enjoy the music.
Damian Wayne	A swift grapnel shoots to the railing on the balcony. And soon a figure seemingly leaps onto the same railing, putting away the device that had hoisted him up.   In True fashion, he watches the interior for a minute before hopping down and sliding open the door gently. What he expected to be a cool breeze was not. It was just as steamy as outside. Near silent feet make their way over to the couch. "Interesting song." He says, making a note. He lowers his hood, showing off the new crew cut fade he had done at the barber. He looked like a soldier, even if he was merely fifteen, and much too short.
Vorpal	Tommy was clearly too distracted by the song to hear Damian coming in. The result being, of course, the predictable freak-out. In this case, thrown pillows from the couch as soon as Damian spoke up, and a teleporarion to the other side of the room via Rabbit Hole. "Wha-who-h..." A pause as he gets his bearings, and then a glare made out of pure balefire. "Seriously? Have you ever heard of knocking?"
Damian Wayne	Damian's knee jerk reaction has his eyebrows furrowing hard. But he softens after he is pelted by a pillow. "Have you ever heard of locking your doors?" He asks, raising a brow.
Vorpal	The Cheshire cat huffs and goes to half sit, half perch on his couch, eyes on Damian. "You've got some gall to come right here. I have half a mind to dump you in the middle of the Sahara. Or a McDonald's bathroom in North Dakota." He isn't quite sure which one is worse.
Damian Wayne	Damian keeps an eye on Vorpal. "Go for it." It would be a might less what he's used to.   He doesn't say much else, pausing to take an assessment of Vorp's reactions.
Vorpal	For a moment he does seem to consider it, but then he unclenches his fists and raises an eyebrow. "You put me in the goddamned hospital, you little shit," he says with a grimace. "And you said all of those... those goddamned things." He rests his hands on his knees, fingers clenching. "You have no idea, of course you don't, do you? What exactly did you hope to accomplish?"
Damian Wayne	Damian remains quiet until Vorpal asks him a question. "I gave you a tonic that stopped bleeding and had you back up much sooner than not. I didn't want to hurt you, but I needed to assess your combat prowess without prejudice, without anyone holding back." He looks to Tommy plainly. "I was outside every night before you got back, making sure you were alright. Ask Stardust."
Vorpal	Tommy stands up quickly, his body language showing a great deal of agitation. "Are you really trying to tell me you did this for my own good? That you //hurt// me for my own good?" He storms over to the refrigerator and throws the door open, reching for a soft drink within. "You deceived me, you insulted me, called me a //beast// and then you wounded me- for my own good?" he snarls.
Damian Wayne	Robin stands up just as quick. "You're the one so hurt by Beast Boy leaving that you'd hardly thought of anything else since then. At least when you thought you had a nemesis you had reason, a purpose. You had SOMEONE to fight."   Robin sighs, trying with all his might to not be...himself. "You were like your old self again. No bullshit, no Garfield Logan. You were Vorpal, at your purest form."
Vorpal	"I am -more- than just Vorpal!" Tommy snarls. "And for a moment, I thought someone actually saw that. Beyond the freak show," he gestures to himself, "For a brief moment I could be something more than the freak in tights." He marches to his dresser and begins to pull out clothing, which he tosses on the bed without apparent rhyme or reason. "But I was wrong, I guess. I guess in the Damian Wayne order of things, I only exist to be a tool! Fuck the fact someone trampled me up inside, to hell with the realization I'm a goddamned freak and unloveable!" he slams the drawer and starts on the next one, pulling out underwear. "I guess I just have to be a good little soldier, 'cause actually feeling anything is not kosher in Damian Wayne's plans for my life!"
Damian Wayne	Damian continues to fume. "I tried at least. If you think that I think you're all soldiers, I would beg to differ."   "I wanted to help. How I could." That's when he starts realizing he didn't do well, or at least that everyone else would react adversely. "You're not a freak, nor unloveable. I may not know love...but you're not a freak."
Vorpal	The Cheshire cat glowers at Damian, balling up a pair of briefs so tightly, they could probably bounced if thrown. "I'm too angry to talk to you. I'm going on vacation to Scotland." Something he decided in the spur of the moment last night. "WHen I come back I may be able to talk to you without wanting to dangle you from your ankles!" He takes deep breath, and closes his eyes. "... You say you wanted to help. I guess... I guess I believe you. But the way you did it..." He takes a deep breath again. "We're going to have to talk about goddamned boundaries when I get back." He does throw the underwear, but onto the bed and not at Damian, resisting the urge. Looking thoroughly dejected and rather pathetic, he sys "I miss him. I know he hurt me by leaving... and what kills me is that I don't know *why* he left. But when he was around, at least I thought..." He shuts up now and starts drinking his soft drink.
Damian Wayne	Damian keeps quiet, looking to the briefs that start to unravel. "If it means anything. Yours was the one I regretted the most." He says, looking down.
Vorpal	"It does. But right now I'm too angry to... do anything. Right now I just need to /go/ somewhere I donn't knkow anyone and just... deal." He walks over to his closet and digs out a suitcase, into which he starts shoving things. "We'll talk when I get back. I'll be cooled down by then," he says, his jaw set. "You'd better be here, too. If you leave, I won't forgive you for it." Without a word, he storms to the bathroom and closes the door. A few seconds later, the shower starts.
Damian Wayne	Robin nods, hearing the shower afterwards. He leaves the apartment, much the same way he came in. It was much nicer having a cape again so he could glide.