.... I wasn't even gone for 24 hours.......

*sigh*

I guess y'all deserve this chapter for spamming me so much

So here it is...

Dick Grayson let out as sigh as he attempted to walk past the crowds within Gotham City. On this particular day, he decided he just needed some air but, just to his luck, the streets seemed to be extremely crowded, the masses of people not appearing to be leaving any time soon.

The said boy tucked his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans, pondering over everything that had changed since he joined the team. Geez, he had so many problems now. Dick could still remember when his last problem was when the next season of a show would come out, or which criminal he would decide to kill next.

Unfortunately for him, that was no longer the case. Nowadays he had so much more to worry about, like remembering his past, for instance. It didn't even help that he had such a tragic past. Honestly, couldn't his past just be filled with getting sugar-high and scraping his knee or whatever. But, no, instead he got dead parents, juvy, and a psychotic mercenary looking for an apprentice. He even pleaded to M'gann to remove his memories, yet much to his dismay, she refused.

Dick pushed himself past yet another crowd of people as he listed off his problems in his mind.

"Hey!" A ginger female yelled at him as they crashed into each other,"You just bumped into me! What, no sorry?"

"Why would I say that if I'm clearly not sorry?" The teenage girl made a face before continuing in the direction she was previously headed to,"Be grateful, I usually don't let peasants bug me!" He called out, causing several people to look in his direction.

Renegade ignored the looked and returned to his thoughts. To add to the list, there was also the stupid tracking electric bracelet preventing him from running away. Renegade learned the hard way that if he even messed with it too much, Batman would be quickly alerted and an electric shock would be delivered to him. He hated the thing and it bugged him when he was trying to sleep. Batman should have trusted him enough by now to just remove it. Then again, Renegade knew that the second it was gone, he would be too.

In addition to this, the heroes were trying to change him and make him a caring loser with a heart. They figured if he attended their simple little missions, he would never kill again. Truthfully, it was kind of working and that scared Dick. How was he expected to get anything done if he was caring about the safety of others?

Finally, there was his largest issue, AKA Deathstroke being alive and vengeful. To be honest, Renegade wasn't being as cautious as he should be, with Deathstroke running around and all, but it was hard to be cautious and not have to team question him. They were all practically breathing down his next last time, when he was on edge the entire mission. Though, he couldn't risk telling anyone about Deathstroke at this point. His ex-master was a genius, one of the best at his job, he would surely find a way to turn the heroes against Renegade. It wouldn't even be that hard, considering that apparently Renegade wasn't exactly "nice or likable".

Renegade then froze as he realized something. He was just walking, completely out in the open, a sitting duck.

I am an idiot.

Dick turned and looked around his surroundings. Not a car in sight. Not a person in sight. He was completely alone.

He was in Gotham, a highly populated city, yet for some reason the particular street he was on seemed completely desolate, when a matter of five minutes ago, he was plotting ways to destroy the human race due to the crowded streets. He had even bumped into that girl because of the crowd... but now, the streets were completely empty.

Unfortunately, now he knew that it was no coincidence that he had happened to think of Deathstroke, leading to empty streets and no witnesses. Honestly, Renegade was stupid to come out on his own. Deathstroke was skilled, he probably planned this, and is waiting in some corner laughing to himself right now.

"So, where the hell are you?!" Renegade screamed out, his voice faintly echoing,"Are you scared of confrontation? Maybe you're rereading your monologue that's about to happen? Thanks, but I'd rather not listen to a monologue. Maybe a musical?"

A deep chuckle could be heard, it's sound bouncing off of the tall buildings. It sent chills down Dicks spine.

"To think you would leave yourself open like this after I let you escape last time."

Dick spun around, expecting to see Deathstroke behind him, but was met with the empty street.

"I was not fully healed then. It truthfully would not have been clever to take you...Plus, it was quite amusing to see you kiss the speedster."

Dick mentally slapped himself. He was sure that he had fit in well enough during the last attack in Central City.

"Though now that I've grown stronger, you appear to have grown much weaker. To think someone with as much potential as you is wasting it as a hero. You never were the brightest..."

"Hey, well, on Tuesday's, heroes do get free donuts at the shop on Main Street and Freeport. So, it has its perks." Dick was surprised with how calm he was handling the situation. Dick nearly lost his shit the last time Deathstroke approached him.

The said mercenary then pulled out a long sword, one that he was rather fond of if Renegade remembered correctly.

"Tell me apprentice, was betraying me worth those donuts?"

With lighting reflexes, Deathstroke ran up to Renegade, pinning him against the side of a building wall,"I-I.... like donuts...."

Renegade had no time to process what was occurring as several hard metal punches were delivered to his face. It was only a matter of seconds when the boy was knocked to the dirty floor.

"I trained you to be a skilled ruthless fighter and you still felt the need to betray me." Renegade could practically feel Deathstroke'a one eye glaring at him through the mask,"For that you will suffer."

"H-how...Ah!" A kick was delivered to Renegades ribs, causing him to practically roll up on the ground,"A-re... you..."

"How am I alive? Well, as you should know, I possess a healing factor in my blood that enables me to recover from physical injury much faster than a normal human being. My healing can only do so much, for instance, it cannot replace a lost eye. Though, it will prevent me from bleeding out when my apprentice decides to shoot me."

"B-but... I shot you, twice."

"Yes, but you made a mistake, as I recall you always making. They weren't headshots."

Renegade either couldn't, or didn't even attempt, to move as Deathstroke continued to kick him with his thick metallic boot. Sure, the beating wasn't professional for a man of his skill, but he wanted to ensure that Renegade got what he deserved.

"Perhaps you enjoyed being my apprentice even. Maybe that's why you took mercy on me." The abusive man bent down, pulling the boy's head up by his thick strands of hair.

Thus the tormenting stopped for a moment allowing Dick time to speak,"If I went back in time, I would kill you all over again in a heart beat." He spit out blood that was sitting in his mouth at the mask of the man above him.

Renegade was lifted in the air by his shirt, only for a small blade to be stabbed into his hand,"AHH!" He cried out, his hand now pinned to a random side of a building.

"I am going to enjoy this. Torturing you. Just like the old days." Deathstrokes voice itself could give children nightmares as he spoke grimly,"No one will come for you. Just as before. Why would they? You're just a petty killer who has not done one good thing in your life worth mentioning."

With a shout of pain, Dick yanked the knife from his hand, but Deathstroke managed to snatch his throat, throwing him to the ground once more,"You're all alone again."

The sad part was that it was true. He had absolutely no way to contact Batman. Nor could he contact the team. Even if he could contact them, they probably wouldn't care. And if they did it would only be because of "Justice" or whatever.

Deathstroke would be able to easily take Renegade, destroy all available footage, and no one would no what had happened because Renegade had been too stupid to tell anyone that Deathstroke was alive and vengeful as ever.

Deathstroke placed his boot on Dicks chest, placing a large amount of pressure, causing the teen to cry out in pain,"You will beg for mercy. You will regret what you did."

If only he could contact Batman, or anyone for that matter...

"It's like you didn't even try to hide. It was so easy to track you down."

A lightbulb seemed to go off inside Renegades mind.

Of fucking course! He had a tracker on him; the bracelet .... but Batman would need to notice the tracker somehow..

Renegades thoughts were redirected to the man above him. Deathstroke raised his long sword in the air, ready to bring it down. He needed a game plan now.

If I remove the bracelet... Batman will be alerted.

Suddenly, Renegade had a very dumb idea. He had no time to think it over as Deathstroke swung his sword down towards the beaten bloody teen. Time passed by as if he were a speedster, extremely slow. And in the moment of panic, Dick brought his left hand above his face positioning it right in front of the approaching blade.

It took no time for everything to return to its normal speed, the sharp blade swinging down on Renegades wrist.

Fortunately for the teen, instead of losing his wrist, the sword cut the tracking bracelet in half, Dick then rolling over just in time to avoid certain death. Although his wrist had been cut slightly by the blade.

"Aw, you lost your fashion accessory. I'll make sure to replace it with chains."

Batman... You better hurry the fuck up.

Dick knew this was it. Rolling over to avoid the sword used most of his energy and had only hurt his wounds much more. He couldn't fight or stall for any longer. Whatever Deathstroke planned to do, this would be the perfect time to do it.

Deathstroke picked up Renegade by his neck, slamming his back to the same building wall where his hand had been pinned by the dagger earlier.

Renegade struggled for air, choking and attempting to rip off the mercenary's strong hands to no avail.

Renegades vision filled with black dots, the real world becoming hardly visible. He could practically imagine believing that he would die, then unfortunately waking up alive in whatever hell hole Deathstroke would throw him in. His master had won once again.

As Dicks lungs burned and longed for air, he contemplated what cruel things would be done to him for betraying the mercenary. He could practically hear himself begging for an end to the torture.

Surprisingly, when Dick knew for a fact that he was going to fall unconscious, his lungs were granted with much desire air. He took deep heavy breathes and only realized after a few seconds that Deathstroke was no longer in front of him.

Renegade dropped to the ground, his wounds protesting the movement. His body felt as if it were on fire. The boy looked up to see his savior, Batman. Deathstroke was nearby on the ground, upset.

Deathstroke chuckled as he stood,"Reinforcements, how cute. But this is between the both of us... Until next time apprentice."The assassin deployed two smoke bombs. Batman ran in an attempt to prevent him from escaping, but he disappeared in an instant.

"Renegade!" Batman ran back and kneeled down to assist the injured teen,"How bad are your injuries? Can you walk?"

Renegade wanted to reply, but his mind couldn't comprehend all that was happening,"I-I..." His head was throbbing, his ribs were stinging, everything just hurt.

Renegade felt himself being lifted and rushed to who knows where. He wasn't even sure if Batman kept talking to him or if he ever replied. All he knew for sure was that it wasn't that long until he accepted unconsciousness.

Okay... but um... I'm starting band this week. Then I start school right after that....

Basically, updates are going to come extremely slow. Sorry :( so yup, that's why I wrote this one quickly.

Okay, but on a side note, I'm honestly considering creating a list of all the people who signed Renegades "petition". I think it'll be cute :)