This chapter is actual trash.

I have not updated in so long.

Blame school for depriving me of motivation and a will to live

Oh and because we lost wi-fi for a while at my house.

I'm sorry y'all have to read this mess

Enjoy?

The next morning Dick was rather confused when Bruce was no where to be seen within the Manor. He searched the gym, Bruce's room, the living room, and it wasn't until he arrived in the kitchen to see Alfred that he gained some information on Bruce's whereabouts.

"Hey, good ol' butler of mine, where is Bruce?"

"I am not sure. Perhaps-"

"He's missing?! This is awful!"Dicks eyes lit up suddenly,"Wait-Am I in the will yet?"

"I do not believe so."

"Oh no!" Dick over dramatically yelled out,"Now we have to find him!"

Alfred simply shook his head as he wiped a damp rag over the kitchen counters,"Have you searched in the cave for him?"

"This early?" Dick lifted an eyebrow before groaning,"Don't tell me he's embracing the whole bat thing and actually sleeping in the cave. That's weird, even for me."

Alfred walked across the kitchen and began to wash the dishes,"Master Bruce mentioned a lead on Deathstroke."

With that, Dick was gone from the kitchen in an instant, using the grandfather clock to access the Batcave.

On the way down, Dick pondered his realization from last night. He had come to the conclusion that the heroes had weakened him, yet he couldn't bring himself to just leave the manor.

The teen told himself it was because he still wasn't safe enough to leave, with his vengeful master alive as ever, but he wasn't sure if that was entirely true. If Deathstroke was dead, would Dick have just left? He wasn't even sure what was keeping him here.

The ebony shook those thoughts from his mind as he saw Bruce,"Hey, Bats, ya know an update on this Deathstroke investigation would be nice!" The teen called out the second he was in the cave. Dick proceeded down the stairs to see Batman with his cowl pulled down, adjusting his utility belt.

"It is  just a small lead. Nothing is certain. I wouldn't want to bring your hopes up."

"Hmm, I guess you're right," Dick pondered over be idea for a moment,"So, what time are we leaving? At night?

"We are not leaving. I am, and right now. Deathstroke is quite cunning and if I wait too long, he'll most likely change locations."

Dicks expression hardened,"No fucking way. I'm definitely going. Honestly, you can't just leave to a party and not have me as your plus one! I will have you know that I make an excellent date!"

"No, that's an order. You are staying here to ensure that you do not get hurt."

"What?! So I don't get hurt? My middle name is hurt! Well.... actually it's John, but John probably means hurt in some language." Dick put his hand on his chin,"Wait.... Holy shit... I've been named after a toilet.... Dick... John... Oh no...."

Batman took the teens distraction as a sign to power up the Bat-Mobile,"I'll see you later."

".... Why would my parents do that to me....? Wait- Shit, Bruce, no!" Dick stomped his foot on the hard ground of the cave, knowing that he was unable to follow. First of all, he had no vehicle that he could use. And by the time he would get one, Batman would be gone and Dick had no idea where the Dark Knight had driven off to.

Plus, he was being extremely wary of his actions now after last nights realization.

"Ugh... Can things get any worse?"

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Bruce eventually returned about an hour later, and to say that he was just hurt was an understatement.

Then man ripped off his cowl, a hand clutching at his side. It was obvious in the way that his fists were clenched that he was in pain. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, mixing in with the small cuts littered around his face.

"What the hell happened to you?!" Dick ran up to the hero, pulling his arm around his shoulder, helping him to the medical table.

"I'm fine."

"And I'm emotionally stable," Dick rolled his eyes right before a realization struck him,"Did Deathstroke do this to you?"

"It's nothing to worry ab-"Bruce couldn't finish his statement as he let out a groan.

"What exactly happened?"

"Just call Alfred down here. I may have been poisoned."

"But-"

"Now!"

Dick did what he was told, running up into the manor to call the butler, though he couldn't help but notice the pang of guilt that spread across himself.

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Renegade let out out a loud groan of exasperation. Bruce refused to tell him anything, but the teen wasn't a complete idiot. He knew Deathstroke did that to him. Bruce had been hurt badly and it was all Renegades fault.

Renegade let out a small shout, running his hands through his hair,"I shouldn't even care about that loser getting hurt..."The guilt he revived earlier was only adding to his frustrations of his issue of "becoming weak."

The ebony was currently swinging through the tall buildings of Gotham City. If Bruce knew he was out, he would go ballistic, but Renegade needed to get away, and he just had a feeling that Deathstroke wouldn't be watching him right now, after what with Batman and all.

Plus, even if Bruce was mad, it wasn't like he could do much, his injuries keeping him in bed; not to mention Alfred.

Renegade looked in front of him to see a dirtied warehouse with the lights on inside. He knew exactly what was happening in there. The boy could still remember walking in there every now and then only to see a bunch of Gotham's finest criminals huddled around, conspiring or just playing a game of pool.

Unfortunately, Renegades couldn't seem to stop himself from walking in, cool air immediately surrounding him.

"Long time no see guys." The teen flashed a grin. The air was strangely thick and dim bulbs lit of he area. Yet, the environment was familiar and comfortable.

Though the way he was greeted was far from expected. Scowls and glares were sent in his direction, causing him to take a step back.

"Don't you dare come in here traitor!" Harley Quinn sneered.

"We heard what you did to Ivy. To think we trusted you at one point." Riddled chimed in.

Renegade frowned,"Hey, it's all a big misunderstanding. The bats has me on a tight leash, and not the fun kind."

In a swift movement, a punch was delivered to Renegades face by Harley Quinn,"Shes a friend, you hero! I don't care what Batman is making you do!"

The boy stumbled back putting a hand to his stinging cheek,"What the hell Harley? I made one mistake! You can't act as if I haven't been there for you every other time. I'm the one who got you your dogs!"

The clown themed female simply turned away with a humph.

Catwoman stepped up from the crowd of gathering villains,"C'mon, kid, 'll show you the way out."

Before he would protest, Renegade was forcibly shoved from the building. The doors shut behind the two with a heavy thud.

"I can show myself out." The teen rolled his eyes, pushing the female off of him.

"I know what you're doing with Batman-"

"Did he say tell you before or after you two had sex?"

Selina glared,"Listen, I'm trying to help you. Everyone in there is pissed at what you did. Had you not made such a good reputation for yourself, you would probably be dead by now."

Renegade cooled down with a deep breathe. She was right. Hell, Renegade probably would have killed himself if he were someone else.

"Just stay low for a while,"Selina walked back towards the doors of the building,"And kid, pick a side. Hero or villain. I don't care what you do- but take it from me, switching between both is chaotic. It's not something you want to be apart of." With that Selina walked back inside, leaving Renegade alone with nothing but the sound of nearby chirping crickets.

"Pick a side,"He murmured to himself,"Pick a side..."

...I stg Renegade is more bipolar than I am....

And this chapter was actual trash. It was hardly a chapter...

I️ just rly wanted to get something out to you guys.

Ugh

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