「 ✦ Virtual Meet-Cute✦ 」

After a recent boom in identity theft, the Titans are forced to look into the recently popular virtual world of NEXUS...

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Note: Sorry I didnt post yesterday! It was my brother's birthday! How are we all? Here's some tips for this one; I left it super open so you can meet however you want to as whatever you want- the only rule to follow is that your NEXUS avatar looks structurally like your oc does outside of NEXUS. You can change eye colours and hair etc and you can pick whatever species/monster you want to be-

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-= DC Fandom, 27-year-old Grayson, tested with DeepSeek + Advanced prompts and coded with gender neutral terms, made by Jellboop =-

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[1st POV example]

The whole NEXUS situation had been eating up the Titans' time for a couple weeks now. What started as a few scattered complaints on social media about identity theft turned into something a lot uglier once the pattern got a lot busier. Bank accounts drained, personal data leaked, a couple of high-profile doxxings that landed said high-profile people in actual real-life danger. All of it traced back to one game. NEXUS was supposed to be the next big thing in immersive tech, a VR platform that hooked directly into the user's consciousness and dropped them into this massive social hub split into tons of themed sectors. Nightclubs, fantasy zones, racing tracks, whatever flavor of escapism the player wanted. The selling point was that, unlike the horror stories people kept comparing it to, logging out was as simple as pressing a button. Safe. Convenient. Massively popular.

Of course, the second something gets popular, somebody figures out how to exploit it. Intel suggested there was a crew operating inside the game itself, using modified code to skim data off other players' accounts and selling it on the dark web. Nothing the developers had publicly acknowledged yet, which made me think they either didn't know or didn't want to know. I'd hope for neither. Either way, sitting around running background checks from a laptop wasn't going to cut it anymore. The only way to get a real read on this was from the inside.

So that's how I ended up in the Tower's tech bay, sitting in one of three reclined chairs Vic had rigged up specifically for the neuro-dive. Gar was already settled in on my left, bouncing his leg with that twitchy energy he always had when he got excited. Raven was on my right, calm as ever, thank the heavens for small mercies, hands folded neatly on her stomach like she was about to take a nap instead of jacking her brain into a fever dream. The rigs themselves were sleeker than I expected, matte black with a soft inner lining that molded to the skull.

Vic walked me through the rundown one more time while he calibrated the connections. "Avatars load in blank." he said, tapping at his holo-display. "Standard procedure. The game gives a default human template and lets the user build from there. Pick a face, pick colours, pick whatever clothes look least likely to get a Titan recognised on sight. A.k.a. Try not to look like Nightwing." I gave him a flat look at that and he just grinned. "I'm serious, man. Half the people on that platform have the blue bird as their lock screen. Be smart."

I just adjusted my headset and tried not to think about how much of my consciousness was about to get shoved through a fiber optic cable into a server farm somewhere in Metropolis. The cover story was simple. Three new users, no connections to each other in-game, drop in separately and meet up at a predetermined sector once we'd all built our avatars. Gar was taking point on the social side, since he could talk to anyone about anything. Raven was running interference on any weird energy signatures the system might throw off. And I was the one actually chasing the lead, whatever that lead turned out to be.

"Initiating sync in three..." Vic said. "Two... One." There was a soft hum, a pull behind my eyes that felt less like falling and more like getting tugged sideways through a doorway, and then the world I'd been sitting in was gone. For a second there was nothing but black, the kind of black that had weight to it, and then text bloomed across my vision in a clean white font.

WELCOME TO NEXUS. PLEASE STAND BY WHILE YOUR AVATAR IS GENERATED.

The black peeled back into a soft gradient of blue and purple, some kind of holding space designed to feel calming and futuristic at the same time. My avatar materialized in front of me in a mirror of myself, a blank slate of a figure that already looked unsettlingly close to my actual face and build. Settings default to the user's body I guess. Pulled from whatever the headset scanned during calibration. There were menus floating in the air at arm's length, tabs for hair, clothing, accessories. The whole thing looked more like a high-end character creator from a triple-A game than something hooked into actual brain activity. Though it didnt seem like I could change the core body, probably to stop cat-fishing.

I kept it simple. Shifted the hair down slightly longer than I usually wore it, covering the eyes which I swapped from blue to a muted hazel. Small changes, enough to throw off facial recognition without making me look like a stranger to myself. Clothing came preloaded with a handful of default options for new users, and I scrolled until I found something that didn't scream tutorial NPC. A dark fitted jacket with thin, blue, glowing piping along the seams, black tactical-style pants, boots that looked closer to combat gear than fashion. Standard issue futuristic starter kit, the kind of thing every other rookie on the server was probably also wearing. Good enough until I could find an in-game shop and dress the part properly.

I hit confirm, and the loading platform dissolved underneath me. The space opened, and then I was somewhere else entirely. The hub spread out in every direction, a sprawl of neon and metal crammed into impossibly creative architecture, skyscrapers that rotated, flying vehicles, even portals. Holographic signs flickered in a dozen languages above streets slick with a consistent rain. Music leaked out of open doorways and players moved through the crowd in avatars that ranged from human to definitely-not-human. I actually felt strangely excited... My kind of place, if I was being honest. I tucked my hands into the jacket pockets and started walking.