Chapter 5: Battlefield

Damian's POV

"I'm reloading! Cover me!"

"Sniper! Get down!"

"I've got a care package coming in. Watch my back!"

"Behind you!"

"Yes! Attack dogs coming in!"

I opened the door to Todd's room just in time to see him and Grayson high five. "That's right bitches!" "Once again we're on top of the leader board."

"What are you two doing?" I asked.

Todd looked at me and rolled his eyes. "Playing Black-Ops 2, duh."

"What is the purpose?"

They both turned towards each other and shrugged.

"Very well, I shall play next."

"No." both said in at the same time.

"And why not?"

"Dami, it's that you're too young. The game is rated 17 and up. It also is too violent for you. You and Timmy can't play yet." Grayson said softly.

Todd said, "Besides, you'll probably get scared and end up wanting to sleep with one of us. Now get out. A new game is starting and we're playing Roy and Wally."

I stormed out. I'll show them. I marched directly into Drake's room. He was lying on his bed reading a novel.

"Drake! I demand-"

"Hold on Damian. I'm almost done with this chapter."

I snatched the book from his hands.

"Give it back!"

"Later perhaps. I need your assistance with a matter."

He looked stunned. "You… you need my help?"

"No! I … must have assistance with something important."

"What is it?" he looked skeptical.

"How much do you know of the gaming world?"

Tim's POV

An hour later we were seated around my TV. "Okay the systems plugged in and everything's set up. What do you want your username to be?"

"I am not sure."

"Okay I'll be Babybird and you can be Mini Bat."

"And why should we use those names?"

I rolled my eyes, "Well, Dick is Big Bird and Jason is Little Wing, besides it will make it easier for Jason and Dick to recognize us, once we reach the top of the leaderboard."

"I suppose so they will be efficient."

"Okay, I've calculated a foolproof formula about how to win."

"Alright. What is it?"

"Just leave that to me. All you have to do is run around and wipe everyone out."

His face lit up. "No problem."

"Um Damian, you know I mean that figuratively right?"

Dick's POV

"We've been playing for five hours and haven't lost a single game yet." I cried happily.

"Um Dickie-Bird, should we be worried?"

"What? Why?" I asked.

"Because we've been playing for five hours and we haven't seen any sign of the Replacement and the Demon."

He's right. Normally at least one of them comes through the door every half hour. "You're right. Let's finish this last game and go check on them."

About thirty seconds into the game someone ran by and knifed me. "What the hell!" I watched the kill cam. The name read Mini-Bat!

"Son of a Bitch!" Jason screamed. Apparently his avatar just got taken out.

All of a sudden a player called Babybird walked in front of both cameras. The second a voice said, "Incoming Tactical Nuke."

"There's not even a tactical nuke in the game!" Jason screamed.

And yet it happened. And our ratios and rankings began to decrease. We lost everything. Status, weapons, everything was reset to zero.

"Jay, did the gamer-tags read Babybird and Mini-Bat?"

"Yeah, what about it? I don't see-"

He stopped and turned to look at me. Both our eyes narrowed. They were so dead.

Damian's POV

"Drake did you hear that?"

"I think they figured it out. We should probably run now."

Bruce's POV

The first thing I see, upon opening the door is Jason and Dick dangling Tim and Damian upside-down, from the top of the staircase.

"Jay! Let me go! I can feel the blood rushing in my head!"

"Shut up! I highly doubt you'd want me to let you go."

"Grayson release me at once!"

"Shut up Damian! We'll let you two go when you start talking."

Clearing my throat, I said, "Boys."

All four sets of eyes looked up at me.

"Father! Order them to release us!"

"Dick, Jason. Please return your brothers to the floor. Without dropping them!"

Once they were no longer dangling from the stairs, both younger boys slumped against the wall.

I approached them and asked, "Do I want to know?"