Hey look, everybody! The author used a whole lot of song references!
And she ain't sorry!

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Tim felt like crying. They had finally done it.

It took 5 long months. But after all that effort... They had finally located Deathstroke.

Everyone was ready to bust into Slade's hideout and break some bones.

However, that required planning. Deathstroke's hideout was extremely hard to reach, especially with all the traps he had set out around it and on the way in. Once in, they'd have to be able to navigate around such a big base and then face Deathstroke personally.

Overall, it would be complicated even with a plan to get in and avoid any major injuries.

That's what worried Tim the most as he sat on the roof. It was nighttime. The breeze gently rustled Tim's hair as he curled up into a ball and looked out to the city.

It was unusually... Bright today. The moon shone through the clouds and some of the high buildings had lights reflecting out.

How unusual...

Despite the amazing sight he was gifted with at this moment, he couldn't find it in himself to concentrate on anything other then Robin at that very moment.

"Robin... What has happened to you since we last saw you?" He muttered. He remembered the several injuries Robin had suffered from when he first encountered the man who took him.

"How much pain have you endured since then?" He asked himself. He was sure he'd find out soon. But still... These thoughts roamed freely through his mind.

Robin was strong. But not that strong. The man had severely injured him and yet, Robin still found it in himself to smile at the others and act as if everything was okay when it clearly wasn't.

Robin was one of the strongest people Tim knew. But that was the problem with being strong. When you fall, there's no one there to help you back up.

Especially in this case. Robin had fallen into the darkness, and there was no one to help him. He was too strong for his own good.

I never once thought you'd fall so far...

How do you stay strong all those times? The simulation affected you, that was clear. I saw you crying that night when we got back. But when everyone was there... Your tears suddenly dried up and you went quiet instead.

How did you hide it all for so long? How did you hide your pain from everyone?

Sure, you were quieter. I also heard you crying at night though... But that was all...

Tim sighed, trying to erase those thoughts.

What Tim needed to focus on, was how he could help Robin. But once again he couldn't help but think about the condition Robin would be in.

Would he be injuried? Would he be alive? Of course he is. Would he have turned against them? Don't even think that.

Tim shook his head in frustration. Why did his thoughts keep turning so damn negative?!

Because Robin was the one who kept them positive.

A flashback of Robin's smug smirk came back to him and Tim almost found himself smiling at the thought. That was, until the thought shattered and all he could see was Robin suffering. He knew Robin would be in a bad condition when he finds him, and he knew his smile would be tainted. - Assuming he ever smiled again.

Tim sat there, pondering over his thoughts until he heard a slight sound behind him.

Tim turned himself around slightly to see Jason climbing out onto the roof. Jason looked at Tim, silently asking him for permission. Tim shuffled to the side, allowing Jason to slip down next to him.

The pair sat there quietly, Jason lighting a cigarette.

"Its unusually bright, huh?" Jason asked.

"Yeah. I was thinking the same thing." Tim chuckled. "Its a rare sight for Gotham."

"Yeah..." They fell into silence again, the only sound being Jason's breathing as he exhaled.

"We'll find him, you know. We'll bring him back." Jason suddenly said. Tim's head snapped up.

"How-" Tim started.

"Its pretty obvious." Jason interrupted. "I mean, we just found out where he is. I'd be surprised if he wasn't on your mind." Jason said. Tim looked at Jason, blinking. He turned away.

"I suppose your right..."

"Your worried about the condition he'll be in."

"Of course I am! After what that guy did to him last time... Of course I would be!" Tim retorted, his voice rising.

"Robin is strong. He will have pulled through."

"Thats what I'm scared of the most..." Tim muttered.

"Your scared that Robin is strong enough to pull through?" Another voice asked. Tim spun around to see Damian smirking smugly as he climbed onto the roof. Jason arched his eyebrow as he cocked his head to the side to look at Damian.

"Why would you be scared of that, Drake?" Damian asked as he dropped to the opposite side of Tim.

"Sure, it'd be a good thing that Robin is strong enough to pull through... But the amount of strength it would take."

"He'll pull through that too." Damian stated.

"What about the mental scars? Heck, the physical scars will be bad enough... But the mental strain would be enough to break h-" Tim explained but was suddenly cut off by Jason.

"No. There's no doubt that Robin - No, Dick, will have mental scars that will effect him for the rest of his life, however... As long as he has people to help him through, I'm sure he'll pull through." Jason stated. But Tim could see through his lies.

"I'm not stupid. I know you two don't entirely believe what your saying. I heard you two the other day. Talking about him... That guy is dangerous and he cannot be taken lightly. I went through some of the research. When Deathstroke tried to train those assassins, each one died from not being able to meet Deathstroke's expectation. - Their bodies gave out. When we find Robin, we all know he will never be the same. Even if he eventually recovers from the physical wounds, they'll leave scars. Not just on his mind but actual scars that will probably be there forever and remind him of how he got that scar." Tim argued. Damian sighed, knowing there was no point in trying to hide it from the other. Jason looked fairly shocked for a quick second before it passed.

'There goes that plan.' Jason thought.

"I know you guys are trying to cheer me up and I thank you for that. But... How can you possibly stop me from worrying when you guys are clearly worried sick yourselves. Honestly, thank you, but don't..."

"Even if we're worried sick and can't convince you... I promise you, we'll bring him back safely. No, I can't promise you we'll bring him back safely, but I'll promise you to bring him back alive. Can I at least make that a promise?" Jason asked sincerely. Tim stared at Jason for a second as he took another breath of smoke from his cigarette. He turned out to face the city, the lights beginning to amaze him. He wanted to Dick to see this one day

"Yeah. Make sure you keep this promise." Tim nodded. Jason smirked.

'Looks like now we've got another duty to fulfill. A promise... One I intend to keep.'

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"Renegade!" Slade shouted. I opened my eyes. I had fallen asleep in the gears again? I sat up and stretched. Well then. I should probably stop doing that.

I jumped through the gears, weaving through the little gaps with my acrobatics skills. I twisted and turned in ways that would probably break other people's back. Back... I still had that irritating scar... Along with a few others.

I landed on the ground quietly. Where was Slade? I looked around. An uneasy feeling washed over me. Was it time for training?

"Ahh, Renegade." Slade said, appearing in front of me. I blinked. How- nevermind. I stopped questioning how he did that ages ago.

"Up in the gears again I see." I nodded. "I honestly do not understand what you do up there. But I suppose that is none of my concern."

Slade walked to the side. "It seems we have a problem."

"A problem?" I repeated. I then realized Slade was circling me. Greattt.

"It seems as though we've been discovered." Slade said. I blinked. Discovered? Wait, he means-! My eyes widened. I went to move forward.

"That is something," A needle pricked the back of my neck. "We cannot allow to move forward any further.." A cold liquid swam through my body, freezing my muscles. I fought again the feeling, not wanting to allow Slade to move forward with his plans. I almost fell over, but I caught myself. I grit my teeth, my eyesight turning hazy. Dammit... I was too slow... again?

The cold, numb feeling spread throughout my body. The league were finally coming for me... I couldn't allow him to take us somewhere else now...

Using all the strength I could muster, I spun around and aimed a punch at Slade's chest. All my bruises seemed to be making themselves known. Great.

Slade moved to the side, pushing my wrist down and easily avoiding my attack. Slade's arm suddenly constricted me from moving, my legs going up in the air as I fell down. Once again fighting the serum in my body, I went to get up but Slade's hand wrapped around my neck, harshly pinning me to the ground.

"Always so difficult..." Slade muttered. I grit my teeth.

"You better remove your hands from his neck now, Deathstroke." A deep voice called out. My eyes widened.

Batman.

A/N
WHAAAATTT?! A DOUBLE UPDATE?! I've never done that before! ^-^
Well then.
Have fun with that.
I suppose some of you would probably be "happy."
Or whatever the hell that means.
Enjoy your life, humans.
Because one day, I'm killing you all. ._.

*Flies away*