Location: Drug (Cobra Venom) Trade in Gotham Warehouse
POV: 3rd Person
Subject: Triggers of Pain

The mercenaries had a paid job to guard a Cobra Venom trade in one of the many Gotham abandoned warehouses. They both were crouched on different rafters across from each other.

As the boring trade went on, Renegade's comm. went off, "Ren," it was Slade, "the teams are here. Prepare yourself because I don't think they know we're here."

They made eye contact and Ren nodded in return. Fury flashed through him like lightning.

'How dare they?! I just wanted this mission to go fine, but no. They just had to show up and ruin this.' But also another side of him spoke up, 'you can forgive them, don't let your hate get to you'

Just as his lover had said, Batman's shadowy figure broke the skylight on the ceiling. The window shattered to millions of shards and they rained down like hail.

As they watched from the rafters, Batman had quickly knocked out the enemies and the rest of the team had shown up.

Ms. Martian was using her telekinesis powers to carry a henchman, when she dropped him suddenly and turned in a circle, attempting to be aware of her surroundings.

She spoke softly in the minds of the team, as if the mercenaries could hear her, 'we are not alone. There are two figures hiding in the shadows of the rafters, it is hard to tell where exactly though.'

Batman quickly turned around, realizing the figures as well, towards Renegade's body and threw a gleaming bat-a-rang. Ren had just enough time to dodge and jump off the bar. He landed gracefully into a crouch then positioned himself for a fight.

Arms up to his chest and hands curled into fist, Ren spoke with an emotionless tone, "looks like you found me."

Without answering, everyone else took a similar position and they all ran towards him, ready to subdue. What they had forgotten was the Halloween mercenary, who used that to his advantage. Slade pulled out one of his guns and shot it off at the feet of his lover's ex-team.

Crack-crack-crack-crack.

They all jumped back from the unexpected blows. The corner of Ren's mouth twitched upwards and his eyes gained a mischievous look.

He commented, "hello, love. Care to join us?"

Slade grinned under his back and jumped down, graceful of course, "you know it, My bird."

Batman twitched at the possessive title. Slade noticing, grinned even more. Ren pulled out his bo-staff and challenged the angry Batman. He accepted and they both started to fight, Bo-staff vs Hands. Slade, on the other hand, was attacked by the rest of the team. He cursed mentally to himself, this is exactly what they wanted.

Slade tried to get out of the fight but every attempt was blocked by a brat. He growled, frustrated, and pulled out a trigger. Grayson noticed it, the small familiar trigger. His eyes grew wide but softened from sorrow. The trigger was plan B. Slade stopped fighting, as did Renegade, and made eye contact with Grayson. Batman noticed the lack of fighting from Dick and he stopped as well.

As if time was taken, everyone froze. They all stared at the couple, one with a trigger and the other a sorrowful look. They didn't understand. But they would soon.

Richard 'Dick' John Grayson whispered his final words,

"Stay traught, Friends."

And the trigger was pressed with pain.