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Level: 72
Race: Human
Class: Assassin
Sub-class: Tamer
Last Known Save: Fortress of Attitude

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Richard’s public home page was pretty much active when Damian teleported to it. People were milling around the booths and attractions of the circus. There was a large timer hovering over the big top tent which you could see from everywhere in the page. It was counting down the time until the next full performance. The performances were always much anticipated and it was a running joke among their friends and family to say that Dick’s home page was the cause of much lag or system crashes.

But, Damian wasn’t there for the performance. Not tonight, at least. He’s seen Richard perform in reality. While it was always breathtaking, he didn’t have to force himself to join the crushing crowd for it.


Damian braced himself for the sudden hug from his older brother. “Names, Nightwing,” Damian hissed, scowling.

“Relax,” Richard said, laughing. Damian crossed his arms and glared at the older man. “It’s my home page, remember? People won’t hear us if I don’t want them to.”

Damian nodded. “What was the invitation for? Is there something wrong? Should I tell father?”

“No,” his older brother shook his head and Damian waited expectantly for the answer. “Didn’t you see the announcement for the new update?”

“I was visiting mother with Todd, remember?” Damian said. “It wasn’t exactly the time to play games all the time.”

Richard pursed his lips and looked confused. “But, Jason knows about it.”

“Well, Todd’s priorities are skewed,” Damian clicked his tongue as he answered. He knew that wasn’t quite true but it was still an automatic response to say such a thing. “What is this about?”

“A tournament, Robin,” Richard said, grinning and throwing his arms wide. “It’s a team tournament. Everyone’s talking about it. You can only enter as part of one team though.”

“Oh,” Damian said. It did sound interesting and another chance to prove his strength. But, the idea that you could only enter as part of one team. He wondered if Jon would be available for the time of the tournament. They should try and grind their levels soon if they were to face others in this tournament.

“Nevermind,” Richard said with a sigh and Damian blinked, coming out of his reverie.


“I was hoping that we could all enter as the batfamily, but I guess everyone’s already planning stuff with their own teams.” Richard shrugged as if it didn’t matter but Damian knew that his older brother had his own teams so it seemed strange to want to work together. Maybe it was another one of his brother’s plans to get the family getting along better. “So, how’s Superboy? Or are you thinking of joining the tournament with the teen titans?”

“No,” Damian said, pursing his lips as he thought of strategies. A tournament. It might not necessarily be just a PVP battle. He and Jon didn’t join the last tournament that was held in Rebirth but Damian had been able to watch some parts of it. If he was right, there had been other challenges and special quests involved. He will have to examine this further. “Thank you for the information. I’ll see you for breakfast on Sunday then.”

“Wait, Dami, what does that mean?”

“Oh right, do send me all the available information on the tournament. You have my thanks.” With that final request, Damian activated his Teleport travel skill and left his brother sighing in exasperation.


“A tournament?” Jon capped the elixir he was drinking. Damian glanced at him momentarily before going back on his menu to distribute some of his stat points. “You want us to join?”

Damian exited the menu and turned to look at Jon. “Don’t you?”

“Isn’t it a team tournament though?”

“We’re a team, aren’t we?”

“I mean, yeah,” Jon floated above Damian. Damian frowned and pushed away the cape that fell over his head. “I read the announcement you sent. The party limit for this tournament is ten per team, isn’t it? We’ll be outnumbered. I thought you’d participate with the teen titans or something because of it.”

Damian had considered the same things that Jon was saying now. Still, he knew that he did want to win this tournament with Jon this time. He could always join it with the teen titans in the future. The teen titans, Damian also knew, already had the achievement of winning tournaments from his brothers’ tenure as Robin.

He and Jon, on the other hand, still did not have that same achievement. But, it will be difficult to win the tournament by themselves. Damian heard the ping that signalled a new message in his inbox. He opened his menu once again and smirked. Now, he just had to convince Jon of what they could gain from this tournament.

“Superboy, come here.”

Jon landed in front of him and Damian manipulated his menu to have it face Jon. The translucent screen didn’t do anything to disguise the look of interest in Jon’s face as he scanned the contents of the message on Damian’s screen. “You didn’t ask me?”

“You’ve met them before?”

“Yeah, but we’re a forming a new team?”

“A temporary team,” Damian clarified.

“Temporary?” Jon hummed, looking thoughtful as he turned the screen back to Damian. “Why not make it official?”

“We’ve both reached the limit of teams joined, haven’t we?”

“I meant a guild, Dami,” Jon chuckled. “We still haven’t done that, right? It’s on the list of achievements.”

“That’s a really simple way of looking at it,” Damian said, frowning. He didn’t think of it. Richard has handled guilds before and Damian knew guilds came with its own achievements with prizes. Winning a server-wide tournament will sure to be a part of that. “A guild. That is possible.”

“See,” Jon said, grinning. “I’ll send some other people a message too. Let’s hit the limit, Dami!”

“Names, superboy,” Damian chided as he drew a sword from his inventory. “This is a public dungeon. Anyone can hear.”

“Alright, alright,” Jon stretched his arms over his head as they walked to the next area. Damian watched him for a moment. It was such an easy, innocent, and simple suggestion. A guild can be made up of several teams but the teams could combine into one party. Of course, Jon will remember such a mechanic. He was the kind of player that managed to befriend everyone.

Damian gave a fond smile before following his best friend further into the dungeon.


“So, team submission is tomorrow,” Jon said as he plopped down next to Damian. He poked the assassin on the cheek and grinned when Damian turned a scowling face at him. “Have you decided on our guild’s final lineup?”

Damian turned the document file he was working on so Jon could better see it over his shoulder.

[Neo Titans] Team Submission
Rebirth Annual Tournament

Damian Wayne
Level: 72
Race: Human
Class: Assassin
Sub-class: Tamer

Jonathan Kent
Level: 68
Race: Kryptonian
Class: Brawler
Sub-class: Scribe

Maya Ducard
Level: 75
Race: Human
Class: Assassin
Sub-class: Hunter

Colin Wilkes
Level: 60
Race: Metahuman
Class: Guardian
Sub-class: Berserker

Kathy Branden
Level: 68
Race: Alien
Class: Mage
Sub-class: Adventurer

Lian Harper
Level: 70
Race: Human
Class: Ranger
Sub-class: Artificer

[Lu’un Darga]
Suren Darga
Level: 73
Race: Undead
Class: Mage
Sub-class: Arcanist

Irey West
Level: 71
Race: Metahuman
Class: Warrior
Sub-class: Tracker

“Just eight?” Jon asked. He sounded disappointed and Damian sighed as he took control of his screen once again. “We’re not going for the limit?”

“Impulse claimed that she would ask her brother,” Damian replied. He frowned as he looked through the files of the team they were building. Their balance was okay, he thought. Better than what it was, definitely, when Damian was just planning on inviting Maya and Colin. Jon had been able to contact other players that was interested in a new guild and a new team for the tournament forming.

“What about your cousin? Did you ask her?”

“The Demon’s Fist are not our allies, Superboy. Mara has made it clear that we will either submit to her or be destroyed,” Damian said. He smirked as he looked through the rest of the files. There were other people who signed up for their guild but they hadn’t be quite as interested in joining the tournament. “She fails to see the third option in which we will see to their defeat.”

“But, even if Irey convinces Jai to join, we’d still be missing one player.”

“Then we shall just make do.”

“Nah, Dami, we’re going to win, remember?” Jon grinned and pulled Damian closer. Damian froze at the sudden weight of the other boy’s arm around his shoulders. “We should do everything we can to let that happen.”

“And where do you plan on getting our last member?”

Jon shrugged. “Dunno,” he said with a yawn. He rested his head on Damian’s shoulder and Damian pursed his lips as he looked at the other boy who’s already closed his eyes. “I’m gonna take a nap first.”

“It’s the first time you’ve logged in in a while,” Damian pointed out. “Should you really be sleeping?”

“Shush, Dami,” Jon said, smiling and shuffling closer. “You don’t go to school. You don’t get a say. You’ll see. I’ll think of someone by the time I wake up. Then, we can go train in some dungeon.”

“Of course,” Damian smiled even though Jon couldn’t see him. “Sleep well, Jon.”


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