Owner Pose
Jon Kent     It's virtually unheard of for Jon to be in the Tower this late. His loosely-defined curfew is in a few hours, and he likes to be home for dinner. Stranger things do happen, though. For instance, it's also unheard of for Jon to be injured.
    Right now, he sits on the floor of the living area with rolls of gauze spread around him. Gingerly, he's attempting to wrap it over his bare chest where the skin is charred and ugly. It's not going well. Treating injuries, especially his own, is not a skill he's developed.
    A damaged hoodie lays across the couch, and the huge screen is running a reality TV show about aspiring vigilantes.
Damian Wayne      Robin had been working to make an entropy trap to work against the angels in Manhattan, but before long, he managed to find someone on the cameras laid up on the couch...with a gauze wrap. It was the who that made him jump up and start walking toward the elevator to the main room of the tower.

  Damian took the elevator, different than most other times he would just jump in the empty shaft to land where he wanted. The doors open and immediately Robin was stepping toward the couch. "What the hell happened to do...that?" He asked, pointing to Jon's midsection. His brow furrowed as he looked to Jon, wether it was to find who did it to his friend, or because he was about to make a comment, even Damian wasn't sure.
Jon Kent     Jon winces when he hears Damian's voice, craning his neck to look at him. "Please don't be worried. I stayed at the Tower for the sole purpose of avoiding worry," He looks down at the burn. "Gosh, I wish I knew. Some psycho girl tried to bomb the Manhattan Bridge. I tried to shield people from the explosives, but...here, let me see if it's on the news yet."
    Jon stretches over the couch to get the remote and flicks through the channels. Eventually, he finds two reporters discussing the incident. "Here we go." Indeed, there's footage of Jon flying over the bridge, carrying something...that then explodes. The young hero immediately plummets onto the bridge. "Crazy how people will record literally anything instead of running away."
Damian Wayne      "I am not worried. Your physiology will allow you to heal fast. What concerns me is that there is someone out there who now knows they can harm a kryptonian. And someone who knows that, is severely dangerous." Robin's fist claps into his palm with a decent smack before he sighs. "First the angels, now...this."

  "Dammit." What he doesn't say reveals more than what he does say, he's been on edge with everything going on, and he may actually be worried of what is happening out there beyond Metropolis and Gotham.
Jon Kent     Jon frowns. He didn't think of that, but that sort of reasoning is more of Damian's thing. "You're right. I will heal quick, but I'd prefer not to bleed everywhere before then," He pats the space next to him, sensing the tension in Damian. "Help me bandage this?" It's not much of a break, but bandaging a wound is likely several times less stressful than whatever Damian was working on before.
    Whether or not Damian helps, Jon continues, "You have bigger things on your plate than this. I'll look into it."
Damian Wayne      Damian sighs, and takes a seat next to Jon, looking at the damage, if there's one thing Damian knows, it's wounds, and field dressing. "It wasn't K. You aren't weak enough for it to have been." Damian at least knows how that can effect a Kryptonian. "That narrows down the list."

  He removes one of the pouches from his belt and opens it like an envelope, the first aid kit was small, yet has many things to staunch a stab wound and then some. He removes a sterile bandage and antiseptic. "This should hurt you. But then again it might not." He pumps the atomizer and the antiseptic sprays over the area on Jon's midsection.
Jon Kent     The wound looks like an electrical burn. If it happened to anyone besides Jon, they would have been in for a very nasty scar. "No. I know how that feels like, and this definitely wasn't that. She had these chattering teeth that exploded. It looked like something the Joker would come up with."
    If the spray stings, Jon handles it well, not even flinching. "Magic, maybe, but she didn't look like a magician," He chews on his lower lip, then adds, "Not that I know how they look like."
    He tries to catch Damian's gaze. "I heard you in the lab. Working on something for the angels?"
Damian Wayne      "Could be. Or you just found out something else that can harm you, and your kind." Damian offers, before putting the bandage on from one corner to the other, allowing the bandage to adhere without wrinkles.

  The teen stops when Jon catches his attention, his white eyelets open wider for a second before settling on the kit. "Yes. Trying to make sure we can win the fight, before something happens that..." He trails off, not allowing himself to admit it. To not admit that he would be devastated if Batman or any of the others were killed, and that he would raze the earth to eliminate every angel in Manhattan because of it, he would burn the city down and salt the earth. Much like if something happened to the other teen in the room.
Jon Kent     Jon places a hand on Damian's shoulder and squeezes. He's always been deeply empathic; it's a combination of his super senses and just a natural awareness of others' emotions. Some words don't need to be spoken. "Damian, you're the smartest person I know. If someone can figure this out, it's you. Plus, you're not alone." He leans forward. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Damian Wayne      Damian remained still while Jon leaned on him. Before long, he managed to respond to Jon's question. "No, I think it will be fine, just need a eureka moment."

  His face expressed his mulling over, the great question of what to do on his mind.
Jon Kent     Jon's quiet while Damian thinks. Eventually, his hand brushes past Damian's shoulder, and he gives the back of his neck a soft squeeze. "There are other ways to help if this has you stumped. Too many people didn't make it out of the city on time. I've been trying to help them. It's not much, but it feels good. To know I'm making a difference, even if it's small."
Damian Wayne      "I know. There was a Lion cub I found at Central Park Zoo. I took him in, temporarily. Hopefully the zoo will be back to normal after this...business."

  "There was something else...Batman mentioned that there was contact with him and Fairchild. He said she had some kind of...mind control. We need to be careful with her. I think some Titans would be particularly susceptible to being suggested by her."

  Robin looks back to Jon, and gives a soft smile. "Thanks Jon." Exactly what he was giving thanks for was up in the air, but there was only certain folk Damian allowed to touch him.
Jon Kent     "Hm," Jon frowns when Damian mentions mind-control. "I appreciate the warning. Mind-control is on the list of things that I can't handle all that well." Jon isn't particularly weak of mind, but his physiology doesn't offer defenses against psychics. "So is she working with the angels?
Damian Wayne      "She is taken in by her religious bias. She thinks these things are actual angels from heaven. As long as she is blinded by that, her zeal will not allow any other determination." Damian offers, before continuing. "To use a parlance of our times: Someone needs to slap some sense into her so she snaps out of it." Well, that's definitely short and blunt.
Jon Kent     "She definitely has the wrong idea," Jon says, hiding a grin with his hand. "Whatever their intentions are, the angels have gone too far. I...I never really considered whether they were actually from heaven or not. I'd like to think if angels existed, they wouldn't be trying to erase creation."
Damian Wayne      "I'm not privy to all of Christianity. Which I'm thankful for." Damian mentions, before he reaches an arm around Jon. "Anyway. At least Metropolis and Gotham are not infested with those things."

  It wasn't much longer before Robin's eyelets closed, finally giving in to being awake for 48 hours straight.