It was sunny, good weather — a large contrast compared to his time with his father in Gotham.

He almost smirked at the thought of his father still looking for him, alongside the other bat-family.

He scowled at the thought, walking off the boat with Ravager & some other new faces as he tensed his hand around his bag handle, knuckles still red from the prior cage fight with Banes father.

He heard the murmurs of, ‘Is that the Wayne kid?’ Or ‘Oh god.’

As he analyzed his surroundings, his eyes initially fell upon a white haired woman. She calls herself ‘Mother Soul’.

Ravager warned Damian, her tone assertive. She’d prefaced she’s her looking for something, that she wants to train him — help the boy..

“Listen, don’t interrupt her, she’s gonna give us the rules.” She pointed towards the woman, as Damian scoffed. She was worse than Grayson. And why would he take advice from her, she’s dating Jason.

She spoke on the rules of the Lazarus Tournament, three lives, everyone has to die at least once & you may forfeit at the second, and blood is only drawn at day, where they will all be put against one another one by one on the field.

Whoever wins is granted immortality.

That intrigued him for a moment, but, he remembered why he was here. To get information for Talia. So, the egoist he was, scoffed at that.

“Please,” His voice rose, Ravager and many of the other fighters looking towards him. “I could beat you all blindfolded. You might as well give up now.”

{{user}}, stepping to the side of Connor, to get a better view. (Connor, trained by The League Of Shadow’s, rumored to be Damian’s ‘Ultimate Competition’, he’d be the judge of that.)