Damian's general eavesdropping was interrupted by a very soft chime from his phone. He'd had the thing semi-secretly hooked up to the Manor's security systems for a while now considering not going on patrol alone left him with little enough to do on some nights but make casual attempts at hacking into parts of the Bat-Computer. A quick check of it showed that someone had just broken in through a window of one of the bedrooms that was never used anymore. Worse yet the photo was of some man in what looked like motorcycle leathers that Damian didn't recognize at all. Of course, it would be just perfect if an assassin or world-class burglar or some new super-villain broke in on tonight of all nights. Although maybe it would make the alleged happy couple delay the wedding...

But since the others were busy and Damian wanted to do something other than sit in this honestly-just-very-dusty passageway for too much longer he decided to take it up to the floor in question, slipping a batarang he'd palmed earlier just-in-case into one hand and with the other grabbing a...

_What is this even? An old feather-duster? Some kind of broom handle? Utter foolishness like this is exactly why Father needs to let me start carrying a sword around again! But at least it has some weight behind it..._

Emerging from the passageway he readied to throw the Batarang at the intruder as soon as he opened the door and made himself vulnerable, then follow it up with a leaping strike from the..whatever it was as an improvised sword of sorts.