{Been a while hasn't it? So sorry. Been dealing with relationships and writers block. I'm writing this in the time I have before I leave for two weeks on holiday. I'll write the next chapters for the story among other ones I'm doing. If you want another Renegade Fanfic and a Thunderbirds Are Go! One too you can visit my Archiveofourown account: RenegadeTheTerminator. Now that I have that out the way, let's get this party started! P.s I already had left when I finished this RIP x_x}

Jason landed with a loud thump outside his brother's cell and received a low moan of agony as a form of greeting. He jogged over to the door and inhaled sharply. Dick was curled up by the far wall, arms around his stomach and a pained expression on his pale and drawn face. He was clearly in more pain than before and Jason wondered briefly if his appendix had burst. Jason shrugged it off and sat down heavily at his 'desk' before kicking his booted feet up on the surface and reloading his guns. He removed his helmet, throwing it at a wall where it bounced off and landed with a loud clatter on the ground. He stripped off the domino style mask and tossed that at a stack of paperwork that had been left from the previous inhabitants. Around 3 hours later he heard a loud BANG! from downstairs in the lobby of the asylum, followed by a female voice shouting "WELL DONE KID IDIOT!" he chuckled 'Oh Artemis...' Jason stood and grabbed his mask and helmet. He slid them on and cocked his guns, walking out the room and standing at the top of the staircase. He heard a low whimper of pain and looked back at Dick, biting his lip, before walking over and unlocking the cell door. Kneeling down he gathered the smaller and lighter hero in his arms, slipping his mask back on before standing up. He turned his head as the Mini Justice League crashed into the room. "NIGHTWING!" came the collective shout from the rag tag bundle of heroes.

Nightwing curled into the warmth of his brother's chest, his grip lax on the younger males leather jacket. He was sweating a bit now, Jason knew it was from suppressing the screams that would be erupting from the slighter males mouth had he, not the self-control he did. Jason sighed, he KNEW it wouldn't be this easy. He waited for someone to make the first move, wondering how to take down the clone. 'The speedster would be easy' he reasoned with himself in his head, 'the archer is reasonable, just knock her out or damage her bow hand. The clone I may have some trouble with. The Martian is easy enough, just think of something really bad and it hurts her. Fishboy I suppose should just be injured, as for the replacement? Knock him flying and knock him out or shoot him. Either way. Wait, does Wings have kryptonite?' he checked, and found he did, 'Jackpot! Hmmm... Oh, a bullet shaped piece? Wings you shouldn't have. Right-o, that's the clone sorted. Yipes! Battle stations! Speedster incoming!' Jason barely had time to dodge as Kid Flash sprinted up to him, Jason smirked and gripped Nightwing's Bolo and threw it at Kid's legs, ensnaring them tightly and causing him to come crashing down. Jason conked him on the head with the butt of his gun, knocking him out. '1 down... 5 to go' he smirked under his hood and used one hand to load the kryptonite bullet into his gun. Just as he finished the clone charged, he barely ducked the swinging fist before he had to jump to avoid Artemis' arrow. Jason sighed wearily and shot the bullet, knowing he had only one chance to do so. He whooped for joy when it found its target in Superboy's arm. He watched the clone collapse 'and another one bites the dust, good job Hood, I'm proud of you... OH MY GOD WATCH OUT!' His eyes widened and he threw himself backwards, carrying the dead weight of his brother with him. He had barely dodged Aqualad's water bearers. He growled and flung himself upright again, grumbling, holstering his gun he kicked out at the Atlantian, sighing as he dodged. He had to do 3 consecutive one-handed backflips to avoid Robin's bo staff and he ducked as Artemis shot another arrow at him. He was outnumbered but not outwitted, sure they had Tim Drake, the next best Detective but he had experience and street smarts. Jason ran at the wall and ran part way up it before pushing off it and roundhouse kicking the hidden Martian, sending her barrelling into the ground. He landed and rolled, ending up on his feet. 'Ugh, give me a break, will you?! I have this heavy ass in my arms and I have a handicap, this dumbass is now unconscious!' he thought grumpily as he began hand-to-hand combat with his replacement, 'Replacement's good, hold on one pesky second! The little bastard! He was distracting me so the fucking archer could shoot me! Fucker deserves what he's gonna get! HOLY FUCK! WATCH OUT YOU IDIOT!' Jason ducked just as Artemis released her arrow, instead of striking him like she thought it would it hit Robin, sending him flying into a wall, "Thanks, Arty! Though you took all the fun outta it!" he called up at her before rolling to one side to avoid Aqualad and Artemis. He unholstered his gun and fired 2 rounds, one at each of her hands, making her drop her bow and scream. He had managed to hit them both. He slammed his feet into her head and sent her flying, only for her to hit the nearby wall and slump down unconscious. Aqualad turned to look and Jason took the distraction to taze the unsuspecting Atlantian before letting him drop down unconscious. He stood and holstered his gun again. 'nicely done Hood old chum! Let's get Dickiebird to the hospital before he dies on us!'

He leapt out the window and landed, knees bending to relieve the force of impact before he turned the remaining energy into front flips onto his motorbike. He laid the unconscious form of his brother on his lap. He hummed and decided to pop back to his safe house to change and grab his and his brother's fake ids. He rode through Gotham, sticking to the shadow's and when he arrived back he snuck up into his safe house. He changed into a pale red shirt, black slacks and black combat boots, a gun in the boot and a knife hidden in a sheath on his thigh. He changed Nightwing too, putting him in a plain blue t-shirt, dark blue jeans and sneakers. He put contacts in and combed his hair. He dyed his brother's hair blonde and mussed it up. He grabbed their fake id's and Jason Todd and Dick Grayson became 'Lukas Warner' and 'Gray Warner' two brothers from Britain. He grabbed cash, his car keys and his jacket. Carrying 'Gray' downstairs to the garage he laid him in the backseat of his Range Rover. He sighed before climbing in the driver's seat and starting her up. He drove directly to Gotham Central Hospital and shouted in a very British accent as he ran into the ER with his unconscious brother "Could someone help my brother?!" He watched as 2 nurses ran over with a stretcher and loaded 'Gray' onto it, wheeling him away. 'Lukas' sighed and slumped in an uncomfortable hospital seat and waited. 2 hours later a doctor came out, he looked around for the young man who had bought 'Gray' in and spotted him in the far corner. 'Lukas' was fast asleep in his chair, and by the looks of it, he had exhausted himself. The kind doctor walked over with a cup of coffee and shook 'Lukas' gently by the shoulder. The young gentleman awoke with a start and looked up tiredly at him, "What's the verdict doc?" the sleepy British male asked quietly, accepting the cup of proffered coffee with a tired smile. "Well you managed to get your brother here just in time, his appendix was close to bursting. We managed to get it out, it was risky and took quite a while. You may go and see your family member if you wish." the doctor walked away and 'Lukas' leapt to his feet and speed-walked to his brother's room, which he had gotten from a nurse. He walked in and saw 'Gray' was sitting up awake. The happy smile that graced the faux blonde's face was enough to make 'Lukas' slump in the chair beside him with a sharp exhale of breath.

"Thanks. I heard from the doctor how worried you seemed. I know you'll deny it, I get it, you don't like showing affection. The thing is though... You do it far too much to deny it. Thanks, Jase, I really appreciate it. You old sap." Dick chuckled quietly and ruffled Jason's neat hair. They were Jason and Dick again, no doubt about it. "Shut up Grayson," Jason grumbled, even though he knew Dick was right, he did show affection, to those he cares for. Dick was always there for him, he even gave him the mantle of Robin for crying out loud! There was no denying Dick adored his brother. The two boys had gotten a shock, for 3 months prior they found out they were actually brothers. Well, half-brothers, but brothers by blood all the same. They shared the same father. Dick was older by 2 or 3 years but none the less, they were brothers. The pair had grown closer, even with Jason's frosty nature, Dick played the part of big brother extremely well. Jason grinned at Dick and leaned closer to ruffle Dick's hair in return, "Blonde suits you Wings. Try it some time." he joked softly, laughing at Dick's pout. He found great amusement in teasing Dick. He recounted his fight with the team, watching Dick's face split with a proud smile. Jason had been attempting to persuade Dick to join him, so far he had Dick considering his offer, Dick was thinking about the consequences. Dick looked at Jason and Jason looked at him and for a moment the two locked eyes, having a silent conversation. They eventually burst out laughing and settled back into the chair and bed respectively. "You know, Jason, I have been considering your offer to join you for a while now. I have finally made my choice," Dick said in a completely serious tone now, his eyes honest and open, "I have decided to join you, after all, Bats doesn't need me anymore. And besides, I wanna catch up with some big brothering I missed out on doing." Jason beamed in a rare display of genuine emotion and hugged his unsuspecting brother tight. Dick squeaked but hugged back, wondering what would have happened if he had said no.

One Month Later

Bludhaven had two new anti-heroes prowling the streets. The two were never really seen properly and the only glimpses people had was their backs or their faces as the one in red shot them dead. Only one person had been lucky enough to see them both in the full, and live to tell the tale. His name was Marty Wallman, a District Attorney from New Jersey. He was in his mid-fifties and had bleach-blonde hair and mousy features. He had been unlucky enough to be mixed up in mob business and the mob boss wanted him gone. He was trapped in a brightly lit warehouse with no escape. The mob was surrounding the building and he knew it was only a matter of time until he became another corpse found floating towards Gotham. He sighed and said his prayers. Out of nowhere the skylight fell in and smashed across the floor, two figures jumped from the night sky above, seemingly appearing from the inky blackness itself, mere shadows produced from the night. One of the figures wore a red hoodie, hood up, black jeans and black combat boots with red laces. 'This must be the anti-hero Redbird' thought Marty, he was tall and well built, with the air that said 'street-kid' and 'power'. No-one had ever seen under the hood, but under it, he wore a red domino style mask, similar to that of which he wore under his original red hood. The other was a thinner male, tall but not as tall as his counterpart with long ebony hair, left exposed, he wore an acrobat-style costume, sleek and blue with a pair of black leggings, blue top with sleeves that tapered down to cover only his two middle fingers and black belt. He too wore combat boots, but they were sleeker and clearly enabled for easier travel. 'and that must be Bluebird' Marty thought dryly. The figure in blue turned, revealing a young face, covered mostly by a domino-style mask, in a pleasant shade of blue this time, with no covering on the eyes, revealing glittering blue eyes. Bluebird knelt down and produced a knife from who-knows-where and cut the cords around Marty's wrists. Marty was helped up by the blue-clad anti-hero, the grip firm but gentle. "Okay sir, my partner here will get you out of here and he'll take you to a designated safe-house. Do not turn back and attempt anything dumb, or you will be killed," stated Redbird calmly, though Marty could sense the tension in the air. Bluebird picked Marty up and leapt on top of some crates and outside, just as bedlam broke out underneath them, Bluebird didn't turn back and didn't seem to care much.

As the pair touched down minutes later Marty turned to thank the young man. He only received and nod and a sideways tilt of his head. He felt something metal being pressed into his hand and looked down to see the blue-clad hero pressing a house key into his palm. He looked up again and got a small smile before the gentleman hopped up onto the railing and stood, turning around "God Bless." he said in a whisper quieter than the wind and he saluted Marty and fell backwards. Marty ran to the edge and looked down to see Bluebird gliding away, his arms outstretched, a blue fabric running from his armpits to his wrists that were attached to his suit allowing him to glide through the air freely. He wore an expression that was too difficult to decipher easily, it seemed to be worry that was dominating the young gentleman's face, even from afar Marty could see it in his body and face, however distant he became. Marty Wallman stood there for a moment before heading inside, dazed yet grateful.

Away from Marty, Bluebird landed with catlike grace upon the warehouse where his partner fought tirelessly, he seemed to be outnumbered though. Bluebird bit his lip and produced throwing knives, sharpened to kill instantly and painlessly. He threw one, it hit its target with a loud thunk, the body hitting the ground. Bluebird spotted his partner and swung down to assist. Twisting nimbly, mid-swing to throw more knives at the gunmen trying to kill his partner. He landed within seconds and unholstered his own handgun, flicking off the safety to fire at more gunmen. This wasn't just a mob boss being displeased this was a full on murder attempt on the anti-heroes lives. Bluebird's sharp vision caught a glint, he turned and produced a pair of binoculars, aiming them at where he saw the glint he caught sight of a sniper. His eyes widened, grabbing his partners arm and flinging them both to the ground, throwing a long range throwing knife in the direction of the sniper. He raised the binoculars again and saw the sniper was gone, the body lying on the ground, his knife through the male's throat. His partner sighed and smiled gratefully from under the hood. They both looked up upon hearing a twang of a bow string. Their eyes widened and darkened, a yellow blur knocked half the goons flying in all directions. They growled and slunk into the shadows, escaping before the team noticed their disappearance.

After the fight ended the group turned to face where the two anti-heroes once stood and groaned. "NOW where'd they go?!" cried Kid Flash. The others nodded in annoyed disagreement. They walked away to give Batman their findings.