Turning to face the two who had come in, Robin looked over Cecil. He shouldn't be up yet, though he felt keeping him down would be a bigger problem than just letting him be. Keeping an eye on him though, Robin crossed his arms and listened to what he had to say regarding their current case. The Boy Wonder's lens narrowed at the mention of Gotham City's own psycho.<br/><br/>"So you want us to think like some psycho?" Beast Boy asked questioningly. "Not that I don't...well I...I'm just going to sit down now." The titan said as he sat back down, Cecil's mere presence was enough to shift the mood, adding talk of psychopaths though? That just made it worse!<br/><br/>Robin remained silent during Beast Boy's rambling, and simply moved his gaze from his fellow teammate to the folder as it burned into ash. He had the contents backed up on his computer, so it wasn't a big deal that the material copy had been destroyed. He wasn't disturbed by the way Cecil was acting, but the way he spoke, choosing the phrases he did was reminding Robin too much of a villain. He would have to talk to the newest titan at some point, see if he could root out the reasons behind this.<br/><br/>"And how would you suggest we go about this?" He asked.<br/><br/>-----x-----<br/><br/>Lorenzo wasn't unprepared. Annoyed? Yes. But the man wasn't at rock bottom yet, even though his collection and workshop had been destroyed. He had other places he could go. Small apartments, hidden areas where he had spent years before he had pulled together the theater. It was in one of these hideouts that the man had escaped to, avoiding the titans and anyone else who may have been drawn to the burning building.<br/><br/>A layer of dust had settled over everything, and mice had made a home in one of the boxes, but everything else was relatively the same as he had left it. Opening one of the boxes, Lorenzo changed his entire outfit to something a little more common, and easier to blend with. No use calling attention to himself right now. Pulling the hood of the jacket up to conceal his face, the man returned to the streets, as common a beggar as any found around here. He could play the part well enough, being a student of the arts.