So... I honestly don't know much about Penguin... So... here's yet another OOC Batman villain.... Whoops...Sorry...

"Excuse me?" The sass in Renegades voice could be heard from a mile away. He was certainly not amused and was pretty much ready to fight as he stared at the man in front of him. For, at the moment Renegade found himself in yet another dark alley, with yet another irritating problem to deal with.

A large gun was currently aimed at his face, the holder threatening to pull the trigger at any moment. He couldn't exactly run either seeing as that the end of the alley was not close enough for him to outrun a bullet and he was not looking forward to hopping into the molding large garbage dump that rested in the alley to his right.

"Give me the money and you get to live. Simple."

Renegade doubled over in a fit of laughter, obviously finding his current circumstance to be quite comical. He had decided to do a small job with Penguin, the villain desperate to work with Renegade, though the teen couldn't blame him, Renegades fame was slowly growing among the criminals of Gotham.

The job had been simple, interfere with the events of a drug bust, and steal the money while they were at it. Though now this said villain was trying to get Renegades portion of the money due to the fact that the two has split the overall profit. Sure, Renegade couldn't blame him for this either, for he too had planned to do the exact same thing to him, but his plan would have been a lot more subtle. For instance, unaware to Penguin, Renegade had already stolen all of his ammo. He was running low (because of a certain speedster resembling a bonfire) and found this much easier than stealing from an ammunition store.

The fact that a gun was to his head was not the only thing that was bugging him though. The fact that someone believed that they could mess with Renegade as if he were ignorant was what was truly upsetting him.

"I'm going to tell you one more time, put the cash down on the ground, or I will shoot you." The obese criminal was rather comical if Renegade had to be completely honest. He didn't look one bit intimidating and with a name like "Penguin" he wasn't exactly taken seriously in Renegades book.

The young assassin shrugged,"Go ahead, life is overrated anyways. I don't have anything to live for. Maybe if I do die, I can earn my true title as the King of Hell. Imagine how amazing my throne will be. I'll even put a picture of a penguin up next to it, just for you!"

"This isn't a joke. You're a cool kid, it doesn't have to go like this, just drop the money."

The boy seemed to consider his options before replying,"Nah, but I will have to admit, flattering may be the way to go. I mean, come on, like you said, I am pretty cool."

Penguin pulled the trigger, a loud bang following suit. Fortunately, the bullet merely embedded itself in Renegades leg rather than his heart,"What the fuck?!" He hadn't actually believed that Penguin would shoot him to be honest. For a moment he had come to believe that perhaps the gun wasn't even loaded. Turns out he was wrong... typical.

He fell to the ground, the villain immediately reaching for the bag of money with his greedy hands. Just as his palms wrapped themselves around the fabric of the bag, he froze as a green arrow was shot at him, inserting itself into the bag as it barley missed his hand.

Renegade instantly looked up to see the team of heroes that he had met the other night,"My knights in shining tights here to rescue your princess!"

The team quickly attacked, strategically dodging the repeated amount of bullets that were shot in their direction. After a small while, the loud barrage of small bullets suddenly stopped and an irritated groan was heard instead,"You have got to be kidding me! Where did all of my ammo go?!"

Renegade snickered loudly causing the criminals eyes to turn to him and a long finger to be jabbed in his direction,"You did this!"

"Whoops! What can I say? I ammmo just that great!" He let out a loud laugh at his own joke, even though he himself knew it really wasn't that good.

With Penguins loss in ammo, the team attacked once more, taking little to no time to render Penguin unconscious as well as having him tied up. Unfortunately as soon as they finished, they all turned to Renegade with anything but a peaceful approach.

"Woah, woah, is this how you treat all of your victims? Because if so, I'm filing a complaint right way. I demand to speak to your manager!" Renegade tried to limp away, his bullet wound deciding to beg for attention at the worst possible moment,"Where's customer support?! Don't tell me you don't have a customer support! Wow, totally only even you one star on Yelp. Definitely will not recommend!"

"You're a killer, Renegade. You are not any better than Penguin, or any other criminal for that matter of fact. We have every right to arrest you as we did him. Do not worry though, we will make sure you do speak to Batman- or as you put it, our manager."The buff Ken-doll spoke. Renegade then took notice to the Superman logo on his shirt.

"Listen here Super-toddler, I will have you know that I am way way better than that old bird man. I am ten times better than him. No, one hundred times better than him! Have you not seen me? I am awesome, handsome, and strong! I'm the full package!" He gloated.

"More like tiny, fragile, and irritating." A muffled laugh was heard after that from Kid Flash.

Renegade gasped in annoyance,"I cannot believe what I am hearing! The amount of sass... That's my job, ya know! So disrespectful... Some people.... honestly! Why are you guys even here? Did the big bad bat get too lazy, huh?

"We must arrest you, and we will take any approach necessary," The teen with gills cut in,"Though we do not wish to harm you further than your current state." They all looked down as his bullet wound, which was dripping a unsafe amount of blood.

Renegade weighed his options. He could either A) go with the team and get thrown in prison for the rest of his life or B) put up a fight, lose because of his wound, and get thrown in prison for the rest of his life... After much thinking, he decided to go with the latter, it'd be a much more fun story to tell once he was locked up with nothing to do but find ways creative to kill himself.

"Thanks, but no thanks. The clothing in prison just isn't nice, ya know? Its not my fault that it doesn't go with my eyes." He fluttered his eyes dramatically (as best as he could under his mask) earning him some eye rolls.

The team slowly began to close in on him in an attempt to corner him, each pulling out either their weapons or their fists.

Renegade pulled out his two guns in response.

"Put the weapons down!" Fish boy raised his hands," We do not intend to harm you unless you choose to make this difficult."

Renegade simply pulled the trigger, sending a shot flying towards the teen who had irritated him earlier. Much to his dismay, the bullet bounced off of him doing no damage,"Damn it! I forgot... Kryptonian."

"You're hurt, let us help you!" The green-skinned female spoke with a peaceful tone almost making Renegade believe that she had good intentions.

Renegade looked down to his wound, knowing he needed medical attention,"I'd rather die than go to prison." Memories of being locked in a Juvenile Detention center passed his mind, but just as quickly as they arrived, they had left, leaving a sharp pain in his head.

He then got an idea.

He raised his gun to his own head,"You want me that bad?  Then you'll have to take my dead body. I'm sure Batman wouldn't mind that too much!"

"Put the gun down!" The (seemingly) leader yelled out,"It does not have to end like this."

"Then get out of my personal bubble."

The Team slowly began to back away,"Much better. Now, as I was saying, you will let me go and-" His gun flew from his hand, falling far down the alley. His second gun being forced to do the same seconds after.

"Shit..." Only with his luck would this happen. 

The green female had her hand raised, making it obvious that it had been her doing.

Telekinesis... okay. These people are weirder than I am.

"Guess I gotta play dirty too..." He dropped a smoke bomb, using his grappling hook to pull him to the rooftop of the buildings above him.

As he landed, he winced, his leg demanding immediate attention. Yet he refused to stop for it since he knew the team had a speedster. He kept his head low as he proceeded to dart across the roof, but suddenly crashed into something large because he hadn't been looking up.

"Ow..." Renegade rubbed his now throbbing head,"I think I hit a truck."

He looked up to see Batman standing before him looking even broodier than usual,"Aw, man, I would have preferred the truck."

"I warned you what would happen if you killed one more time." Then in one swift punch, the assassin was rendered unconscious.

I've decided how I'm going to end this and... Lil ol Renegade is gonna be hit with feels. I may end up slightly warping his personality due to that... whoops. Too much has already been said