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Chapter 1: Welcome to Gotham

Five years can change a person dramatically. Whether for the better, or the worse. In one person's case; he didn't know. Crouching in the shadows he waits for his que. His mission objective: kill someone, and not just anyone. He had argued for a while with his 'master' on this topic. He wasn't going to kill, never again. Not after that. But like every other topic, Slade always managed to get his way.

"Renegade. That's your que. Move in." His master's voice carries through the comms unit.

"He's not doing anything wrong though." He replies, the name was another topic him and Slade just couldn't agree on. He wanted a new name, but Slade didn't want him to change it, in the end he agreed, if he got to choose. Hence the name Renegade.

"But someone wants him dead, they're paying good money too, he dismissed a poor family's case when their daughter was kidnapped. They said she ran away, they never saw her again until she died. He was responsible for her death. Just do it, you don't even need to get close, just pull the trigger, I've seen you do worse." The face of the young girl comes back to him, Slade had already briefed him beforehand, hearing it again only made him certain it was an accident.

The boy, now a young man, slips out of the shadows, running along the rooftops, jumping the distances between them with ease. Looking around he sees familiar landmarks, many that to a normal civilian would be nothing more than a stone golem, a rooftop, illuminated letters or alleyways, but to him were his childhood. Jumping onto another roof he stops, a strange feeling coming over him, the feeling of being watched.

Breathing in the cold air he turns silently, trying to find the source of his discomfort. After a moment of search he gives up, unusual for him, but it could just be like a handful of other false alarms tonight. Walking slowly he approaches the end of the building, readying himself to jump he startles.

"Long time no see."

He whips around, the voice is familiar, brining him back to then. The guns, the heat, the fire, the… death.

"Sariel."

"Ah, so you remember."

"We talked just the other day." He replies, turning around to take in the woman behind him.

"Yeah, but that wasn't in person, I barely got a word in as you just love to go on and on about everything." The woman smiles slightly, hands on hips she motions to his gun with her head. "So, knowing you I don't think you'd be carrying that around by your own accord."

"You know me well." He sighs slightly, "Slade's given me a mission, gotta do his dirty work."

"I thought you weren't going to kill anymore." She says, a concerned tone in her voice.

"Sariel, I said I wasn't going to kill, never have, never will. Then wasn't me killing people." He turns to jump, seeing Sariel is nice, but he has a job to do and he'd rather do it quickly or he'll face the wrath of Deathstroke the Terminator. Sariel grabs his arm before he can move.

"You've changed." She says quietly.

"Everyone changes." He says quickly.

"You aren't the kid I knew back then, he would have at least told me what's going on, the boy on the phone is the one I know, but this," She motions to his outfit, "This isn't the kid I know."

"Well first of all I'm almost twenty two now, I'm no kid. Second I'm not that kid anymore, he died with those people five years ago."

"No he didn't, who are you killing?" She asks.

"The commissioner." He says a hint of sadness entering his voice.

"Yeah, I'm not gonna let you do that." Sariel says darkly. "I may not be a good guy, but he doesn't deserve to die."

"I know I told Slade-"

"Renegade, what are you doing?" Slade's voice cuts him off.

"Slade?" Sariel asks and he nods. Then she laughs. "Renegade?" He scowls.

"And I was just getting to like the name." He says pouting a little. He looks over to the next rooftop, he could just jump and kill Gordon, then he could talk with Sariel.

"I'm still not letting you kill him, you're one of the good guys, I'm here on a business trip with Gus and Asif, if you run I'll call them in." She warns.

"I'm not a good guy." He says.

"Yes you are. I've heard about the mysterious hero going around and handing in stolen items, finding unmarked graves, doing all that stuff, and coincidentally they all have something to do with Slade. You are a good guy Dick, whether you like it or not."

Dick Grayson looks over to Sariel, "What am I gonna go? After that I realised I could never go back to being a hero, I just couldn't."

A strange look passes over Sariel's face before Dick's phone starts ringing, Dick looks down at it. It's Wintergreen. "You'd better take that." Sariel says motioning to the phone, "I'm staying right here though, so don't think you're safe." Sariel walks towards the shadows.

"Wintergreen? What's wrong?" Dick asks cautiously.

"Nothing back here, I just thought I'd warn you beforehand, so you don't get a scare when Slade comes over and breaks up your reunion party, he's cross." Wintergreen warns. "Ok that's all I have to say, bye." And with that the old man hangs up, leaving a confused Dick in his silence.

"Slade's coming. I'd better finish my job and you should leave." Dick says quickly to Sariel.

"You're not finishing your job, I've put in a call to make sure of it." Sariel grins darkly.

"You didn't call the police!" He whispers.

"No, I called someone else."

"Who? My parents? Well they're dead. You can't call the army or anyone like that, you'd be taken too." Dick snaps.

"I don't plan on staying around Dick, you're on your own here." Sariel says. "But you are." She adds pulling out a device. "Picked this up from Gus, paralyses people for a few minutes." She grins pressing a button before jumping. "See you 'round Dick. Or should I say Renegade. Or maybe Robin. Depends who finds you first." And with that she disappears. Leaving a paralysed Dick in her departure.

Dick watches for a moment before trying and failing to move. "Dammit Sariel, I swear you're trying to get me killed." He hisses, the words coming out slurred due to not being able to move.

A few minutes later (one hundred and forty eight seconds to be precise), his limbs start to work again. He clenches and unclenches his fists. He then moves his arms, fixing up his long hair and smoothing his bandanna that covers his face, leaving his eyes to hide behind his dark locks. A moment later he takes a step towards the edge of the building. No point trying to finish his job now, Sariel's probably already alerted Gordon to his danger.

"Freeze." A dark voice says behind him and Dick involuntarily does so for a moment. Before a smile plays on his lips, he turns his head to the side a little to look at the man.

"Sorry Batman, but you can't boss me around." He says, confident bravado entering his voice. He catches a glimpse of a smaller figure. "You can boss the kid around but not me." He nods towards the boy. He goes to jump before the dark night begins talking again causing him to stop.

"I'm not bossing you around, I'm merely trying to warn you. You freeze, and I hand you over to the authorities without a fight. You don't freeze, and I take you down like every other criminal in Gotham." Dick whips around, his eyes glinting dangerously.

"For your information I'm not a criminal, nor am I a good guy." Dick hisses darkly.

"Indeed, he is my apprentice." Slade's voice calls through the darkness and Dick sighs a breath of relief, looking over to the other buildings, catching sight of a figure silhouetted in the moonlight. He looks over to Slade who nods. Running to the edge of the rooftop he jumps, a smaller figure chasing after him.

"Sariel, how could you?" He asks, walking over to her.

"I didn't want to get involved, but you keep acting like you're the bad guy, like what you did back then was wrong." She says, holding her head high. "That was war Richard, there's no right or wrong. Think of all those people who come back from war and continue with their everyday life. They don't decide to be bad just from that, you did the right thing, stop beating yourself up about it. I called Gus and he got in contact with Batman and told him about a suspected assassination attempt of Commissioner Gordon. Go back and hand yourself over to him, he's probably worried sick."

Dick looks up at her, one of his best and closest friends, she'd seen more wars than him, he knows what's right, except… "He replace me with him." He motions to the boy hiding in the shadows a few meters away, trying to piece together the conversation from snippets he could actually hear.

"Who says you have to be Robin again, who says you have to be Renegade either, you can be anything Dick, I remember the boy who used to scream at me any time I even went near a gun. What happened to him?"
"He grew up." Dick replies. "He realised how many innocents he killed and went to the only person who'd understand."

"Well it's never too late to change 'kay? I'll be with Asif and Gus, you have my number, you need me, you call. I hope you make the right decision Dick." And this time Sariel leaves for good.

Dick stands on the rooftop for a moment pondering, the wind ruffling his hair before he turns around to see a boy wearing a red and black version of his costume watching him. "You know kid, that costume's cursed." He says grumpily. "You should get out before it kills you too." The boy looks up at him, a look of fear mixed with confusion on his masked face.

"How would you know?" He asks cautiously.

"Oh I hear things." Dick says looking over to the roof where his two mentors are still fighting. "I wonder who's gonna win." He murmurs, and the boy looks over too.

"Batman of course. He's always there, he never lets the bad guys win." The boy says.

"You know kid, I believed that too, but heroes only look after their own. Their town and nothing more. There are wars on the other side of the country where innocents are dying right as we speak, they need the capes more than us. I was there, and I know how they feel, yet they have no one and are only out to live until tomorrow." Dick says, watching the two fight.

"Batman told me not to fight you, he told me to tell you he was looking." The boy says looking up at him. "I think you're nicer than you let on." He adds making Dick smirk under his mask before jumping back onto the roof where the two older men fight. The boy follows after him.

"Renegade take him out." Slade demands, punching Batman in the stomach.

"No." He replies.

"That's an order." He growls, "Do it, you swore loyalty to me, so do as I say." Slade dodges a batarang and Dick looks down to the kid next to him.

"I think I'll pass, I'm not a bad guy, a friend of mine reminded me of that, and this kid." He says blocking Batman from a punch from his 'master'.

"Well maybe I'll take him as my apprentice instead." Slade says, a dangerous glint in his eye, "He's seen what's happened to you, maybe I'll have better luck with him, that suit is cursed, you either die in it, or turn to the dark side." Slade says, and Dick finally snaps.

Punching Slade and pushing him backwards he engages him in fight. "YOU ARE NEVER HURTING ANOTHER ROBIN AGAIN! STAY AWAY FROM HIM! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" He kicks Slade as hard as he can and Slade stumbles. "You pulled me away to war and ruined me, I was older than that kid, he's still young, you can't do that to a kid. You wont do that to anyone!" And with that he pushes Slade off the building and watches him fall eight stores to the sidewalk.

"He'll survive, he always does." He murmurs to no one in particular before turning to face the person he'd been dreading seeing for well over five years. Dick pushes his hair, damp with sweat, out of his eyes so he can see properly, his bandanna slipping down to his neck. "I guess he won't be back though." He adds.

Batman steps forwards. "I searched for you for years, I didn't want to give up, but I had to, we thought you were dead." He says, looking into his blue eyes.

Dick smiles tiredly, "Well I am a survivor. I learnt from the best." He says looking up. "You know Bruce, I might look like a girl now, or a cowboy, but you'll always look the same."

Bruce smiles a little. "Welcome home."

Dick's smile seems to widen before all the adrenaline keeping him awake seems to vanish and his legs give way, a strong grip catching him before he plummets after Slade. He lets the darkness take over, welcoming it as it engulfs his vision.

It's good to be home.