Stray knew one thing, and one thing only, Robin was supposed to be here. Robin said that he was going to Ethiopia for a few days, but Stray dismissed the idea that the warehouse explosion was connected to Robin. It didn't make sense. Stray chewed on his lip, looking at Wayne Manor. He wanted to go by. But it was almost stalking, and the famous philanthropist had his house, and secret, guarded.

Except Stray knew Bruce Wayne's secret, and Dick Grayson's, an Jason Todd's. Catwoman's protégé sighed and stood up. 'He's an hour late, and I have to finish this job.' Stray slipped his orange-tinted goggles down, his blue eyes shifting to a dark purple.

Stray flipped off the building a little awkwardly. His camera bag tight against him as he landed with the grace of a cat. He walked to the edge when he heard the Gotham signature female scream.

Stray groaned and sat his camera bag down, slipping down the wall to land in a silent crouch. He straightened and ran a hand through his hair, messy from the wind. He slipped into his persona with ease.

Stray gave a smooth whistle and the thugs looked up. Stray's stomach dropped as he saw the victim. She was bleeding around her stomach. A strong hatred rose when he realized that she was pregnant. Stray closed his eyes. There was too much blood. He needed to get her help fast.

Stray walked forwards, hips swaying gently. "That's not how you treat a lady." Stray said gently. The guys looked him up and he resisted the urge to throw up. These guys were sick, though his distraction was well kept.

Stray lunged and scratched the underbelly of the first one with the diamond-encrusted claws. The guy gave a pitiful scream and clutched his stomach. Stray spun and sent a kick to the head of the other.

Stray misjudged his height and ended up kicking the guy's throat. He went down gasping for air. Stray forced him up and his vision flashed black when there was a blow to his head. Stray dropped the other and held his head with a small whine. "Why'd you hurt me?" he pouted and the guy hesitated in that second. Stray knocked him down and slammed their heads together.

"Don't play the game if you can't take the pain." Stray snarled. He was still pissed off so he roughly brought his foot down once, cracking a few ribs, he kicked the other in the gut and stood there panting, chest heaving. He wiped his face then looked at his hand, there was blood on it. He sighed, then his heart leaped at a thought.

"Oh god." He sprinted over and checked the girl for a pulse, she was bleeding out. He sent a call. "Cat, I got a stab wound to the stomach, the girl's roughly 17 and pregnant. There's.... There's too much blood I-"

"What's your coordinates?" Stray gave them to her quickly. "Kitten, you need to find something to keep pressure on the wound. How deep is the cut." Stray's breathing was ragged as he sloppily took his top off. He would apologize later.

"Miss? Miss, can you hear me?" Stray pressed his suit into the wound and she cried out in pain. Stray almost pulled back, but he forced himself to remain still. "What's your name?"

"A-Amanda W-Watson" She shakily muttered out.

"Cat- It's too deep. I-If she lives-"

"I'm almost there kitten, breathe for me. Stay focused on saving her."

<"Okay." Stray whispered. He counted the time. It took two minutes for Catwoman to get there, three minutes for the two of them to take Amanda Watson to the hospital. Then about ten to get back to Catwoman's hideout.

Stray looked at his bloody shirt. He felt his goggles leave his face and heard them hit the ground. "Tim..." Selina started softly, wiping a tear from his face.

"Will she be okay?" Tim Drake's voice was weak.

Selina looked hesitant but told him to the truth. "No. We were too late," she whispered, pulling him into a hug.

The twelve-year-old buried his head into her shoulder and hugged her tightly. He didn't keep crying, though. He just pushed it back. He was good at pushing it back. "Go take a shower."

Tim nodded and closed his eyes as he felt her warm lips kiss his forehead. "Okay." Tim started to the bathroom shakily.

Selina sighed when the water started running. Her delicate fingers pulled her cell phone. She read through some of the text, smiling at something Pamela sent her. She paused at a text that came from Bruce, and her heart sank.

Her hand covered her mouth and she looked at the bathroom door. "Oh god." She sat down and watched the door, wondering how she was going to tell her kit.

A few minutes later, Tim came out, a towel draped around his head. He stopped short after looking at Selina's body language. "What's wrong?"

"Tim, you should sit down. Confusion ran all over Tim's face as he slowly sat down. "There was an accident in Ethiopia."

"Wait- That's where Robin is, right?"

"Yes. That's where Robin was." She waited for Tim to say what he thought, but Tim was deadly silent. "The Joker killed him." She wanted to spare him the details.

Tim just blue screened, something Jason would always make fun of him for. Freezing up suddenly. Not thoughts going through his mind. He didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't know what to think. He heard Selina call his names a few times, gently at first, then more worried as he didn't respond. Her voice seemed as if it was far away. Or underwater. He didn't know which. She touched his shoulder and Tim pulled away. "Are you okay?"

Tim's head nodded on its own accord. "I'm fine." The lie was just as natural as the nod.

"You should get home. Want me to take you home?"

Tim shook his head. "No, I'm fine by myself. Thank you for telling me, Selina." His voice was blank, void of emotion. Something a twelve year olds voice should not hold.

She nodded, but the formality shook her as off. "I'll see you later."

Before Selina could say anything, Tim was already gone. She threw Tim's costume into some water to get rid of the blood, soon getting into the shower herself.

A few hours later, Tim was sitting on a gargoyle in the busy city. It wasn't fair. How the city kept on living. As if the news meant nothing to it. He bit his lip and a tear fell, it wasn't right. This isn't right. This couldn't be right. Tim tried to calm down, but he couldn't. He felt his chest constrict, and the air turn toxic. His thoughts wouldn't stop racing and Tim clenched his fist. He just sat there and let himself fall apart. His arms brought Jason's jacket tighter to his person, ignoring how loud his screams were. How the screams tore at his throat. How hot the tears on his cheeks were. How the city kept living its life without him. He just wanted him back...

A/N
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With my phone at one percent, I give you chapter 2.

Renegade out.