Wally is the new Flash
Impulse is the new 'Kid Flash'
Miss Martian is still on the team and so is Conner and Kaldur (I don't care if this doesn't follow the YJ story arc. I never finished the second season...)

I was perched on a roof in Gotham. My new uniform was uncomfortable, but I didn't want to be beaten again. I had thought Bruce was bad, but Deathstroke made Bruce's punches feel like being hit by a pillow. He never took off his armor which made his punches make me bleed on impact. He also used whips, electricity, knives and thousands of other ways to hurt me, not kill me. I wasn't allowed to read a newspaper or see the news to see if Bruce had actually been looking for me. Deathstroke didn't want me to have that small hope.

"Get in position," Deathstroke's voice buzzed into my comm. "Don't fail me this time."

I grunted in response. The last time I had failed, Deathstroke had not been happy and I hadn't been in the mood. I started to yell insults at him. In response to my disobedience, he had cut out my tounge. He told me that it was for the best. I wouldn't be able to spill his secrets now. It made eating a nightmare, but every time he fed me, I was half starved anyway. I wasn't too picky and pain had become a lifestyle for me. I was kept in a dark, damp cell and trained until I passed out. I wished he would let me slip into the darkness of death, but my wish was never granted. It was exausting.

It has been six weeks since Deathstroke kidnapped me. I became Renegade, his apprentice, and stole for him. The training I got would have been helpful if I hadn't been using it for evil. How to fade into darkness, haw to weild a sword, hand to hand combat, and a hundred other things I was forced to perfect. If I failed, I would be punished. A shock collar was kept around my neck to do just that.

"Renegade, go," Deathstroke said. I obeyed to avoid a shock. I jumped off the roof, using my grapling hook to swing into the open window. I landed silently and put my grapling hook away and instead took out a small knife, just in case. I crept silently down the hall and found the main security system. I easily hacked into it, shutting down the alarms. Nobody even noticed me. Or so I thought.

I stayed in the shadows. My knife was ready in case of an attack. My senses were tingling, taking everything in.

I came to the safes where everything was kept. I hacked into this system too. The safe opened, reveling the new weapon Deathstroke wanted. It was a special kind of ray-gun. He didn't tell me what it did. I just had to steal it for him.

I took the weapon and lights suddenly turned on, momentarily blinding me. I clutched the gun to my chest and stumbled a few feet back.

"What do you think your doing?" Deathstroke yelled in my ear. "Fight back you useless coward!"

I blinked the light out of my eyes and got into a fighting postition. I was surrounded by teenagers, all older than me. I recognized one. Impulse. He didn't seem to recognize me. I still had my knife in my hand. I hadn't killed for Deathstroke and never would. I threw the knife and hit a teen with a red S on a black t-shirt in the arm. I thought he would go down, but he growled and pulled it out, throwing it sloppily back at me. I side-stepped it easily. Impulse ran at me and he went faster then I thought he would. I tried to step out of the way, but he caught me on my shoulder. I let out a gasp as he dislocated it. I stumbled backwards but quickly recovered. I brought out my sword and turned to the darker skined boy. He drew a somewhat sword. It was more like a water-whip.

I was the first to run in because the boy wouldn't. Deathstroke wouldn't like me running in like that, but I couldn't stand waiting. Someone grabbed me from behind, grabbing my useful arm, gripping my wrist so hard that my sword fell from my hands. A foot was placed on my back and my arms handcuffed together. Hands started to disarm me as I struggled. The boy in the black shirt held me firmly, tightening his grip whenever I moved.

When all my weapons were gone, I was dragged to my feet.

"Who are you?" The darker skinned boy asked.

"..." I didn't say. I couldn't.

The boy with the S growled and tightened his grip on me even further. I winced at the pain.

"Let us take him to the League," the dark skinned boy said. "They will know what to do with him."

I was thrown over the larger boy's shoulders and blindfolded. I kicked out halfheartedly before they secured my legs together.

I was carried a few feet or so until we entered a ship. I could feel it.

"Renegade," said a voice in my ear harshly. "Report! You failed. Where are you? Stop crying and get off your a** and get back to the hideout!"

The boy carrying me must have had super hearing because I suddenly felt a finger in my ear, pulling out my comm. "He's woking for someone," the boy said.

"I will deactivate the tracker," the darker skinned boy's voice said.

I was thrown in a chair and a strap was forced around my torso. My comm was projected throughout the ship. "Renegade!" Deathstroke yelled. "Respond!"

The air went still. I could feel all eyes on me. "Your...Deathstroke's apprentice?" Impulse said.

I shifted uncomfortably, nodding slowly.

Someone tugged off my blindfold. I was met with Impulse's face. "Robin?" He asked.

I nodded again.

"I thought I told you...how did he...why are you working for him?"

I shook my head. He seemed to remember. "Oh yeah, your mute."

An air of understanding seemed to fall over the team of heros.

"He's not dangerous," Impulse said. "Just...confused." He turned back towards me. "Did Deathstroke kidnap you?" He asked. I nodded.

"Don't trust him that easily," the boy in the black shirt grumbled. "He could be lying."

"You don't understand," Impulse said. "I met him before he-"

"He could have been brainwashed," the dark skinned boy suggested. "We can't let him free until we are sure."

"But Aqualad," Impulse whined.

Aqualad shook his head. "I am sorry, my friend, but I must take precautions for the good of this team."

The comm had gone silent. He was looking for me! He was going to find me, and hurt me for getting kidnapped! I felt the begginings of a panic attack coming on, so I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. He can't fly, he can't track you, your safe.

I glanced at the ship I was in. It wasn't human, that's for sure. The martian girl was driving. It must be hers.

We sat in silence for a while, until the blindfold was slipped over my eyes once more and the ship landed. The boy in the black shirt threw me over his shoulder again.

"Be gentle, Superboy," a girl's voice, I assume the martian's, said. The boy holding me, Superboy,grunted and tried to be nicer.

The next thing I knew, a vitual woman's voice was announcing the departure of 'B03' and 'Guest'. I assumed I was the 'guest'.

The next thing I knew, there were voices and hands all around me. I tried not to seem like the bad guy here by struggling, but I felt very uncomfortable. Eventually, everything got quiet and one person was steering me forwards and putting me in a chair, securing me to it. The blindfold finally came off and I was sitting in front of a table and a very serious looking Superman.

"Who are you?" He asked.

I shook my head.

He sighed. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

I shook my head again. Didn't the teens tell him anything?

Superman leaned over the table and raised his hand, causing me to flinch unintentionally. The strike never came, however. I opened my eyes again. Superman looked guilty. He put his hand down and leaned back. He cleared his throat and composed himself. "Do you work for Deathstroke?" He asked.
I nodded.

"Does he hurt you if you don't do what he tells you to?"

I nodded again.

"Did you join him willingly?"

I shook my head.

"Can you talk?"

I shook my head again.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I'll be right back." He got up and walked out. A minute later he came out with a pen and pad of paper. My hands were set free, but my legs were still secured to the chair. I let my useless arm dangle, using the other one to write.

"Were you born mute or did Deathstroke do this to you?"

'Deathstroke,' I wrote.

"What did he do?" Superman asked.

I hesitated before opening my mouth for him to see what he did. I then wrote down, 'I failed a mission, so he cut out my tounge.'

Superman looked horrified. "That's horrible!" He said. He cleared his throat. "Where is Deathstroke's hideout."

I leaned down to write, but suddenly a shock traveled through my body, causing me to let out a strangled yelp. Superman imediatly lept into action and tore the collar off of me with his super strength. "Are you alright?" He asked. I nodded. "Is that a punishment?" I nodded again. Superman sighed and threw the collar to the side. "How long has he had you for?"

'About six weeks,' I wrote. Superman let out another sigh. "Robin...I am so sorry that this happened to you."

I shrugged. What could he do to stop it? 'Deathstroke has a huge box full of Krytonite,' I informed Superman. 'You wouldn't have stood a chance. He makes sure all the cards are in his favor before showing his hand.'

"So...we could expect an attack any day now so he can steal you back?"

I nodded gravely.

Superman took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright. That you Rene-er, Robin. I'm going to take you to the med bay, alright?"

I nodded. I almost scoffed. I wasn't a child. He didn't have to talk to me like one.

Superman freed me from the chair and helped me up. I soon found that I had twisted my ankle in the fight and couldn't walk properly. I had to lean on the Man of Steel for support. It was demeaning.

I was placed on a bed in the med bay. They fixed up the injuries I had gotten in the fight and even stitched up some I had gotten from Deathstroke during training exercises. It was nice that people actually cared about my existance for once...

~

I ran as fast as I could through the alley but wasn't going anywhere. My shoes seemed to be sticking to the pavement.

A dark shape walked out of the shadows and up to me. He grabbed me by the shirt and lifted me into the air. "Poor Renegade," the mercinary' s voice cooed. He lightly stroked his hand through my hair. "You're confused and dumb. You didn't mean to abandon me, but you have. And for that..." Deathstroke stopped stroking my hair and suddenly grabbed it, forcing a yelp from me. "You must be punished."

He threw me to the ground and started to kick me. Electicity shot through me, making me sob for it to stop. Everything hurt so bad!

"Useless," Deathstroke growled. "Unicompitant. Rude. Ungreatful. Arrogant. Flawed. Worthless." With every insult, more pain was inflicted upon me.

It suddenly stopped and Deathstroke leaned down so I was looking straight at him. He took off his mask and I was face to face with my Father, Bruce Wayne. His eyes held no love for me. He grabbed me by the throat and held me up in the air. "Father..." I gasped out. "Please..."

He thrusted me into a wall, knocking the wind out of me. I was sure he wanted to kill me. I squeezed my eyes shut and gasped for air, only breathing in the stench of that god awful alcohol on my father.

He suddenly dopped me and I was gasping for breath. A smaller hand came out and smacked me across the face, causing my head to lurch to the side. "You've been a very bad boy," said Ralph's voice over me. "I don't want to do this, but you've left me with no choice, Dami..." He stole my belt from around my waist and commanded me to lie on my face. I did so, begging him not to. He pulled my shirt over my head and whipped down the belt onto my skin. I let out a scream of pure pain. Ralph laughed at my pain and hit me again, and again.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

He started to touch me. I hated it. I squirmed to got away from him, but I couldn't. I sobbed and sobbed, but no one helped me. No one ever did.

Deathstroke's insults rang out, "Usless, dumb, flawed, illiterate, stupid."

Bruce's stench filled my nose.

Ralph's laugh chilled my bones.

I screamed.

~

I suddenly shot up in my bed. Tears were running down my face and my throat was raw from screaming.

"Robin," someone said. "It's alright, your safe."

"It was just a dream," someone else said.

"More like a nightmare."

"Are you okay?"

All the voices came at once and it hurt my head. Where was I? Memories flooded my head. I was with the Justice League. Deathstroke didn't know where I was. I was safe.

I rubbed the tears out of my eyes, realizing I didn't have my mask on. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to go home. Leave the whole hero buisness behind. Gotham had too much crime for one teen to handle. It was time to stop being Robin.

"Robin?" Someone said softly, toucing my arm, pulling me out of my thoughts. It was a lady with blonde hair. Black Canary. "Can I help you?"

Tears built up in my eyes again and I shrugged. A pad of paper was placed into my hands along with a pencil. The lights were turned on and I looked down at the paper. What could I say? 'Can we talk alone?'

Black Canary nodded. Everyone else filed out and Canary pulled up a chair next to my hospital bed. She waited until I gave her a nod to indicate that I was ready. "What was your nightmare about?"

I swollowed and looked down at the paper. Taking in a deep breath, I wrote the dream down. Canary simply nodded and wrote a note down on a clipbored. "How long has your father been abusing you for?"

'About three years.'

Black Canary nodded again. "What about this boy Ralph. The same amount?" I nodded. "What does he do to you?"

'He usually touches me inappropratly and hits me.'

"So he has never fully raped you?" I shook my head. She wrote something down with a nod.

"Have you told anyone about the abuse?" I shook my head again. He let put a small sigh, hardly audible, but nodded. "I didn't expect you to. I'm very glad your telling me now."

We talked for a little while longer. She finally asked me if I had any last requests. I thought about it, not sure if my want would be a good one.

'Would you let me visit my mother?'

Canary nodded. "I'm not judging you because your mother is in prison, Damian. I'm just glad that you didn't follow in her footsteps of crime. You've had such a difficult life, I'm surprised you hadn't."

I simply nodded, understanding her reasoning. I wouldn't be surprised if I was some kid drug dealer on the streets of Gotham. Either that or following in my mother's footsteps and become a full fledged assasin for hire. A child would be a much better assasin than a full grown adult, my mother had always told me, dropping subtle hints of what she wished me to do, but never full out saying it. I was glad I had refused that life.

Black Canary stood up and held out her hand towards me. "I hope this helped, Damian. I'm very impressed on how open you were with me. If you ever need any help, you know where to find me."

I smiled up at her. I signed 'Thank You', the only Sign Language I knew. Canary smiled and nodded her head once before leaving. I sighed and leaned back onto my bed.

I accidentally leaned on the tv remote and the screen flickered on. I grabbed to the remote to turn it off, but what I saw surpried me. There was a picture of me with the words missing under it.

"The serch for Bruce Wayne's son continues still," the reporter lady was saying. "Thirteen year old Damian Wayne was last seen six weeks ago at Gotham Acadamy. One of Damian's former bullies admited to getting in a fight with the young teen and sexually abusing him in the past. He has been placed in a juvinile detention center."

Ralph was gone?

"Wayne hasn't given up hope on his son. He asked all of Gotham's citizens to be on a lookout for the young boy and a million dollar award will be given to anyone who has any information on the boy."

Tears were brimming my eyes. Father...wanted me? He...he wasn't going to hurt me anymore? Did he give up alcohol for me?

"Wayne has admited to physical abuse of Damian in the past. He was sentanced to three years in prison, but has payed the fine to stay out, claiming he needs to be there when his son gets home. He personally told the police to take him away if they even suspect abuse of any kind, to arrest him. The abuse was caused by alcohol and Wayne promised never to touch a drop again."

I stumbled out of my sheets, almost falling on my face. I was still in a hospital gown, but I needed to see Father. He did care about me! He was looking for me. I found my Renegade uniform and pulled the pants and boots on along with the undershirt. It was all black, but I didn't care. I abandon the rest of the armor and practically ran out of the room.

Impulse spotted me and stopped me. "Where do you think your going?" He noticed the tears running down my cheeks and the smile. "What's going on?"

I shook my head, pointing to my throat. He handed me his phone and I tapped in 'Im wanted!' Without any further explanation before running off to get back to Gotham.

I glanced out the window and noticed...I was in space!

~

With a little help from the Justice League, I was standing outside the mansion. What if it's a trick? I thought. What if he hits me again?

Then, a voice in my head reasoned. You run away. It's worth a shot, isn't it?

I took a deep breath and knocked.

I was expecting Alfred to open the door, but I was instead face to face with my father. He looked awful. Bags under his bloodshot eyes, wrinkled clothes, coffee stains, unbrushed hair, stubble. He stood there for a moment, looking as if he wasn't sure if I was actually there. "Damian?"

I nodded. I couldn't talk, but that was enough. His arms were wrapped around me, but not too tightly. He doesn't...he doesn't want to hurt me.

"I am so, so sorry," father gasped through sobs. I'd never heard my father cry before. I wrapped my arms around him. I felt accepted. And it felt good.