You see that post up there.... So, I was scrolling through Instagram and I saw that some random account posted that.

THATS MY ACCOUNT ON TUMBLR!

SOMEONE TELL ME WHY THIS IS MY MOST NOTICED POST ON TUMBLR.

And now apparently it's even noticed on insta.

Oshaosjsksjsk

Only a pun would get me noticed. lol.

Okay I'm done.

Heres your chapter.

After Renegade was beamed into the Mount Justice he stormed into his room, upset with Batman and the events that just took place. Ivy was a good person, if you actually listened to her, but Batman was just too ignorant to see past his ego. Sure, she killed a few people and all, but everyone has made a few mistakes. So what? Renegade killed a few people, it's not like he was in prison for it.

It was then that Renegade realized that Batman would probably come looking for him soon, very soon. And if Batman found Renegade, he could probably just continue to scold the young boy, which he did not want.

With this in mind, Renegade immediately changed out of his uniform and placed on a green shirt, with a black jacket over it, and a pair of black jeans. He made sure to place a pair of dark shades over his eyes (not that it really mattered). After that, the teen began to loudly play some random sad depressing music from a phone he had.... "borrowed". Finally, he wrote a small note on a post-it and placed it on his door before walking out.

I'm drowning in my sorrows right now. Do not come in unless you wish to play therapist.

-Don't act dumb, you know who wrote this.

He then ran back into the zeta tube, entering a random code, not even caring where he was sent to. He needed a break from the heroes and why not explore the world while he was at it?

After being transported, it took Renegade a moment to realize that he was now in Central City. It was currently a few hours earlier than it was in Gotham, which was noticeable since the sun was still out, even if barley. There was also overall mood of this city, it was much brighter than Gotham's, and Renegade despised it.

The ebony took a deep breathe, choking a second after,"Ugh, the happiness in the air is killing me. I can almost taste the smiles." Renegade gagged. Strange enough, he preferred the polluted air in Gotham.

The teen looked around and found himself in an alleyway, possibly since the Justice League wanted to keep the location of the zeta tubes somewhat discreet. Though really, an alleyway is the first place that Renegade would go searching...

"Ugh, even their alleyways are clean. It wouldn't hurt to have a bloodstain or two. A corpse would even help a lot."Renegade began to head towards the end of the alleyway, hoping to see an ice cream parlor someone near him, or maybe a hotdog stand. Though knowing the city, their ice cream probably contained weird sparkles that would make you want to commit some good deed or repent.

Unfortunately, just before Renegade could exit the dark alleyway, an angered voice called his name,"Not so fast, Richard."

Renegade made a face, ready to make a snarky comment at Batman for using his first name. Did Batman not understand when he was not wanted? Honestly, Renegade needed to have a serious discussion with him about his clingy-ness.

Though suddenly, without even turning around yet, Renegade realized that he didn't even heard the zeta tube call out that Batman had gone through it. All at once, the gears seemed to turn, the teen recognizing the sound of the cold voice that addressed him, it processing in the boy's head, causing him to completely freeze, fear racing through his now petrified body.

The voice was deep, raspy and demanding.

The voice was cruel and laced with venom.

He immediately recognized it as familiar, but it wasn't Batman who had spoke.  Far from it...

But that couldn't be....

He's dead....

I killed him....

Renegade slowly turned to face the owner of the voice, his nightmares becoming a reality. Before him stood a tall man, wearing full body armor made with thick metal, the colors consisting of a rusty orange and a dark black. The man was armed with weapons ranging from guns to swords, only adding to his fear inducing appearance. Though this was not just any man, this was the man who had forced Renegade to suffer for several years, beaten him, tortured him physically and mentally, trained him to fight and kill: This was his master, or as better known, Deathstroke the Terminator.

"H-hey Deathstroke.... H-Have you lost weight?" Renegade mentally scolded himself for stuttering. The last thing he needed was for Deathstroke to see him that overcoming him would be no problem.

The mercenary let out a deep chuckle,"I haven't noticed, but near death will have that effect on a persons body. And do remember, that you do not address me by that, apprentice."

While he was with Deathstroke he had been forced to refer to him as "Master", and nothing else. He remembered the sick punishments he was forced to endure for using not using that name during the first few weeks. Truthfully, Renegade found the name to be rather cliche and overused, but he would never say that aloud to his Master. Especially not during a moment like so.

"Near death?" Renegade gasped, his legs trembling,"You weren't on a nice vacation in.... Tahiti?"

Near death? That implied that he never even died. How the hell did Deathstroke manage to survive a stab and two gun shots? He should have bled out before he was able to get to safety.

"What you put me through was far from vacation. I never did imagine that you, my own apprentice, would turn his back on me. Even to go as far as attempt to kill me. You always seemed so afraid, and fragile. Truthfully, it was my fault for not expecting it."

"Well, acceptance is the first step to recovery."

"But now, you will pay for your actions, for it's your fault for not finishing the job."

"Me? W-what...? I-I...." He couldn't even finish his sentence as he recalled the night. He remembered feeling so prideful that he had managed to kill his master. He could remember as he ran from the sight, grateful to be free from the mans clutches... but yet here Deathstroke was standing before him, alive and well.

The mercenary pulled out a small dagger,"You're going to suffer for what you did, apprentice. I will make you beg for mercy." He threw the dagger with lighting speed. Renegade managed to moved just in time for the dagger to only scrape his arm, rather than impale his heart.

"C-can't we just talk this out," Renegade let out a forced laughed,"Like civil people? I had a perfectly good reason for my actions."

"And what would that be?" Deathstroke began to slowly advance. Renegade needed a plan, and quick.

"Uh... I... uh....,"He struggled to find an actually good reason,"Well, if you hadn't noticed, you were kind of an asshole."

A ninja star was thrown at him, impaling itself in his right leg. Renegade let out a small cry, realizing that he would not be able to win this fight. His only option now was to retreat. Sure, Deathstroke had been the one to train him, but there was no way that he would be able to best this man. This man was, or was close to, being the best fighter in America. Renegade just couldn't top that. Especially since Deathstroke had the ability to avoid death so well, while Renegade just seemed to put holding up a sign that read "I'm only human. I die easy."

With a cry, he yanked the small star out from his leg, cutting his hand in the process. The ex-assassin was trying his very best to ignore the sharp pain in his leg. If he planned to run, the star in his leg would only slow him down.

"After all I've taught you and you're still so weak...?" Another ninja star flew towards Renegade, just barely missing the side of his face as he slid out of the way.

He pushed the pain in his leg out of his mind and without a second thought, he sprinted out of the dark alley.

"Running, how cowardice. I do remember you always being like that." The deep voice echoed off the alley walls menacingly. Renegades old mentor didn't seem to put much effort into chasing him, but Renegade ran anyways. Better safe than sorry.

Renegade darted right into the street, ignoring the loud honking that came from nearby cars as they braked a second before they were able to make contact with him. Hell, he probably would have preferred to be hit by a car than to face his old vengeful master. It'd most likely be less pain.

He wasn't even sure why Deathstroke was in Central or how he managed to track him down there, but at the moment, none of that info really mattered to him. When we was safe and away from Deathstroke is when he would begin to ask questions.

Renegade ran and ran, his legs aching, and his past stitches from the stab wound feeling as if they were being torn, which they probably were with the extraneous movement. Though he didn't care, he just ran and ran until he couldn't anymore, his body inevitably demanding a break.

As he stopped, he didn't even bother looking back as he paused to take a several deep breaths. If Deathstroke was following him, he was probably only a few feet behind. Looking back would only waste the small amount of time that he had to hide.

Renegade looked around, there were lots of people walking and crossing the streets, many staring at Renegade as if he was some crazy lunatic.

He needed to do his best to fit in with them.... Not get noticed.

Hide in plain sight.

The frantic teen looked to his right to see the street with civilians crossing the road. He could get lost within the crowd... but there just wasn't enough people to completely cover him. Deathstroke would see him instantly.

He looked to his left, several stores, but walking into a store would be way too obvious. He needed a way to where people's eyes would ignore him, or where people's eyes would simply want to pass over him.

What did people do that was natural, yet something that was preferred not to view...?

Then the lightbulb went off. With Renegades mind not thinking straight, he panicked, grabbing the nearest person to himself, immediately pulling them into a forced kiss.

In most cases, people would avert their eyes from couples sharing a kiss... Sure, it was a far-fetched plan, but Deathstroke never approached him, so his idea had to be somewhat clever.

After a good amount of time passed, Renegade allowed the person to pull away, immediately earning himself a punch to the cheek.

"What the hell?"

"Look, I'm sorry, but-" He tried to explain himself to the upset civilian.

"-Ren?! Are you fucking kidding me?"

Shit

He knew that annoying dorky voice anywhere.

Why him? Of all people...

The young teen looked up to see an extremely familiar face with bright orange hair jutting from the top of his head.

I am honestly going to throw up

Looking down angrily at him was Wally West, AKA, Kid Flash, one of his teammates.

"Oh... Hey, bonfire... How are things?"

"You better have a good reason for this! Why are you even in Central?!" The older teen began to wipe his lips off on his dark green shirt, ignoring the looks that were being received from passing civilians.

Yeah, he was definitely screwed.

Well, at least that alleyway now had blood stains, like he suggested. Even if they were his....

MWHAHAHAHAHHA

I love this chapter.

~Just to clarify though, Birdflash will not be a ship in this book. I just love to mess with you guys.~

Someone of y'all had questioned that Deathstroke might be alive earlier........ i tried to throw a few of y'all off. Whoops *shrug* guess u were right.

Oh, and here is my submission for the TheCircleOfCrazy event.

Here it is close- up:

And here is the full thing

Thanks for reading!