Whether it was the being undead or the vigilante lifestyle, Jason couldn't determine just how he could go for what seemed like days without even the slightest bit of bed rest. Sure, his two or so odd days back in Gotham had been quite eventful to say the least, but you'd think a guy who was used to seeing everyday shmos' faces distort into maniacal grins would be able to get some shuteye despite the day's events. Maybe it was because it was only his second night back in the halls of Wayne Manor? Two days wasn't exactly enough time for his contemporaries to accept him back in the fold, and certainly not enough for him to be used to the whole "acceptance" thing. At least he'd taken the time to formally unpack and get a shower, the scent of Gotham wasn't exactly a pleasurable experience. 

For the time being, the twenty something formerly deceased Boy Wonder was making his way ever so silently to the cave. For how foreboding the Batcave was, Jason found it to be a place of solace whenever he needed to think. He figured that was why Bruce and some of his contemporaries spent effectively their entire waking lives down there. Bruce hadn't exactly reacted well to the news of Damian's mishap, so Jason was effectively alone in the halls of Wayne Manor, since one Selina Kyle (or was it Selina Wayne now?) probably wouldn't want to test the proverbial minefield of dealing with Jason Todd, and for that, Jason was grateful. 

His first step in the cave, and the lights automatically blasted him with their all too familiar blinding rays. He just needed something to keep his mind occupied, or rather, that's what Jason told himself when he passed the returned R-Cycle to inspect one of Bruce's innumerable Bat-Cycles near the edge of the cave's ramp. He always kept spares, hell, he needed to, considering how often one was exposed to death beams and explosives when they chose to be the protectors of the night. Damian seemed like the type of kid who wouldn't appreciate a stranger messing around with his toys, even if it was for a good reason, and Jason didn't exactly have the patience to start from scratch, and so he began the process of moving the motorcycle to the cave's workshop. Sure, Damian could make the Batmobile fly, but Jason was willing to bet he didn't know where Bruce kept the good stuff. His personal stache was overflowing with materials that would make a mechanic cry if he knew how to properly make parts with them; lightweight titanium, Kryptonian knickknacks, hell even some sort of magical shard from Zatanna. You name it, Batman had it. 

Jason used the time it took to prepare the bike and fiddle with Bruce's security systems to calculate just how many man-hours it'd take him to complete this little project. Sure, he wasn't starting from scratch, but dismantling and reassembling a motorcycle was tough work, even for a former Boy Wonder. He'd have to build new wheels, mess around with the suspension and such, and maybe paint it if he felt artistic enough. True, it already had all your standard Batman upgrades, but he'd have to at least give it a few new things to mess around with. He sighed to himself when he was finally permitted access into Batman's secret stache, hopefully Bruce and co. could keep a secret for a week or two.

"Now, where the hell does Bruce keep the Nth Metal?"