Dick paced back and forth for two solid hours. He thought over and over in his head of ways to get the others to trap him or something along those lines but nothing turned out okay in his head. Slade was never caught and put in jail for his crimes. Not even Batman has been able to bring him to Justice.

"This is awful!" Dick punched his punching bag.

"Dick? You alright in there?" Bruce's voice sounded from outside of the room.

"Great. I'm great." Dick punched and kicked his punching back.

Bruce opened the door to see the room was a mess and a dead Robin on his bed. He blinked and looked at him funny.

"Why is there a dead bird on your bed?" Bruce asked.

"...maybe I thought it would look nice!" Dick punches the punching bag harshly.

"Don't lie to me. It's obvious your bothered. You only punch that thing when you nee a vent to blow away anger of frustration. Now tell me what's wrong." Bruce folded his arms. "And that Bird is a Robin. Isn't that a little too Symbolic?"

"Maybe! I don't care for it anyways! It flew into my room through the vent and I threw a baterang at it...now it's dead." Dick spoke and kicked the punching bag off the chain and it fell on the floor, and with a groan he grabbed another from his closet and dragged it out.

"Dick look at me. What's wrong?" Bruce asked. "I dislike it when people keep things from me."

"Maybe that's because you are a nosy person." Dick attscked the bsg to the hook on the roof.

"DICK!" Bruce grabbed his shoulders. "You only act like this when it's serious. Now tell me!"

"IM JEALOUS OF WALLY AND ARTIMES FLIRTING ALL THE TIME!" Dick screamed out a lie.

Bruce blinked in surprise. "That's it?" He chuckled lightly.

"..." He found himself red with embarrassment. That wasn't a lie actually. He was jealous. But it wasn't the cause of his frustration.

"Wow you had me worried." Bruce laughed. "Anyways if you are jealous then maybe you should hang out with Artemis more."

"Wally loves her and he will just feel jealous so you know what? I won't hurt a friend." Dick turned to the Punching back.

Dick's phone buzzed and This made him jump. Buce noticed the tense expression in his eyes as he glanced at the phone. Bruce picked it up and turned it on to see a random number.

"Who's this?" He asked.

"A freaking fanboy got ahold of my number magically. He has been annoying me all day!" Dick punched the bag.

The phone buzzed again and again and Dick puncued the bag more. Bruce set it down and walked to the door. "Well if you need me text me. Just not as frequent at the guy." Bruce chuckled hat last bit and shut the door.

Dick dove for the phone and opened up the texts to see ten of them. All from Deathstroke. Dick set the contact as Deathstroke and then read.

Deathstroke:
*Artemis heard that. She doesn't seem to happy. If you get killed before I can get my hands on you I swear to God I will dance on your grave.*

*Bruce is getting suspicious. You need to conceal your emotions better.*

*I have decided to call you Renegade. That will be your name from now on.*

*Your training will be harder then you are used to and if you fail on missions I will not feed you.*

*If you disrespect me in any way or talk back I will either slap you, punch you, stab you,  or shoot your shoulder with a pistol.*

*If you break a bone in your training I will go twice as hard on you. You need to work on concealing your pain during these fights and I will expect results very quickly. Do not fail me Renegade*

*This is spam due to your fanboy remark.*

*...*

*...*

*...*

You:
*You don't seem like the dancing on grave type.*

Deathstroke:
*Im not. I wasn't being serious. It's what i view as humor*

You:
*You are being too friendly in these texts. And too frequent. And too casual. Why?*

Deathstroke:
*I will text frequently to ask what you are doing. That and I want to know my apprentice better. No harm in that. But don't get the wrong idea little Robin. I'm not the attachment kind of guy. You are expendable.*

You:
*Ouch! My feelings!*

Deathstroke:
*Feelings are a weight. Also I do not tolerate sarcasm.*

You:
*Noted*

Dick placed his phone in his pocket and walked out of his room. His hand clutched his phone tightly as he walked down the halls of the mountain. He heard Wally and Artemis and turned around and walked the other direction. He walkes out of the mountain which earned a curious look from Kaldur who witnessed his hurry to leave.
Bruce walked in the living room, taking it easy.

"Hey Bruce, Richard left in a hurry. Any clue as to why? I thought we weren't supposed to leave without informing you." Kaldur looked at him.

"Now that isn't like him. " Bruce stood. "I'm leaving. If others need something tell them I am out." He spoke an walked to his car that was also the diguised bat mobile.

***

Dick walked through the small town that was built where the mountain was. It was a calm and collected Neighborhood. Dick thought about taking a bus to Gothem but only shrugged it off. He walked to the Peer and walked down it and looked out at the ocean with calm eyes. His phone buzzed and he opened it up and opened the text message.

Bruce:
*Why did you leave without telling me? Where r u?*

You:
*At the peer.*

Bruce pulled up fairly quickly and stepped out of the red car. He walked onto the peer and stood behind him.

"Why did you leave without informing me?" Bruce asked.

"Maybe because I didn't feel like telling anyone." Dick answered.

"Richard do you want me to worry?" Bruce asked with a frown.

"Of course not." Dick sighed. "I'm just stressed."

"Over what? You have another day of resting before another mission is assigned." Bruce looked at him.

"I'm just stressed because I, I don't know. I'm just stressed." Dick looked down.

"No one is stressed over nothing. " Bruce leaned on the railing next to Dick. "You can tell me anything."

"I know Bruce." Richard stated. "But sometimes you just can't say what bothers you." He looked at him.

"You can if you are brave enough." Bruce added.

"..." Dick looked out at the ocean and looked at the sun that began to set. He stood straight and as soon as he did his phone went off and he sighed. He answered it. "Hello?"

"Yes hello Renegade. Don't give Bruce the reason to stalk you alright? Good. Now leave the peer. Unless you plan to meet me under it." Deathstroke hung up.

"Who was that?" Bruce asked.

"It was Wally. I'm going to head back now." Dick stated.

"I'll drive you." He walked to his car and Dick got in.

Dick looked at his phone constantly and this is when Bruce noticed the person texting him was the problem. He sighed and drove slower.

"You need to shut that person up." Bruce stated coldly.

Dick opened the window and threw the Phone into the water and sighed softly. "Took care of the problem." He giggled.

"That's not what I meant." Bruce chuckled. "But that helps."

They made it back and Bruce ordered for a new phone to come in. Dick walked to Wally who was watching return of the sith. He sat down and watched the movie. He was actually liking it, aside from the main character being a total baby about everything. They got to the part Luke got his hand sliced.

"Luke I am your father." Darth Vader spoke.

"No..." Dick gasped.

"No! That's not true!" Luke whimpered." That's IMPOSSIBLE!"

"Search your feelings. You know it to be true." Vader states.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Luke cried out.

Dick watches, totally eveloped in the moment to realize Black Cannery trying to gain his attention. His mind went to Slade and he frowned and watched as Luke fell. He watched as he hung on for dear life, calling to his friends, hoping they would save him. Wall turns and noticed Dick was spaced out.

"Dude?" Wally called." Richard!" Still no response. "Dickie!"

Nothing snapped him out of it. He started to shake and he stared at the TV in horror as Luke almost fell off the metal he hung onto, staring death in the face. Black Cannery walked to him and set a hand on his shoulder. But this ended in a reflex. He unwillingly back handed her across the face, surprising both himself and her. Of course Wally knew what would happen, this happening to himself once before.

"OH MY GOD!" He gasped. " I didn't mean to hit you it was a reflex I swear!" Dick pulled his arm away.

"I understand.". She sighed. " Come with me please. " She spoke gently.

He walked beside her and glanced occasionally at the red hand mark on her cheek. It looked like it was stinging.

"I'm so sorry." Dick gripped his arm.

"You don't have to." She smiles. "I've done that before to Superman. That's more scary then you accidentally slapping me."

"YOU BITCH SLAPPES SUPERMAN!?" Dick screamed in shock.

"Yup. It hurt me more then it hurt him." She chuckled lightly.

"I underestimated you." Dick said in amazement.

"It's nothing too big now sit down. We need to have a session ." She sat herself down in a chair. "Nothing leaves this room..but I will have to inform Bruce sense he was the one who ordered me to do this." She spoke.

"Of course he did." Dick sighed loudly as he sat down.

"Something is obviously troubling you. You can openly tell me." Cannery looked him in the eye with a gentle glare.

"Its just...I'm bothered y a dream I had last night." He lied.

"It must be some dream if it's put you in this state all day. Do tell I you are ready." She sat down beside him.

"...it was...about Deathstroke. I never met the guy. But he seemed like he knew everything about me. We fought but he was better. And I was predicable to him. He taunted me with harsh words and then Bruce did nothing! He just sat there on his rich ass and watched? " He growled, admiring his acting for a second. " He just watched, as I was killed. Like I was Expendable." He looked away like he was hurt.

"He would never do something like that to you." She placed a hand in his shoulder. "I promise you. On the inside Bruce truely cares for you. He even told some of the leaguers about how he was concerned about you earlier."

"Really?" Dick shot up.

"Yes. I'm telling you the truth." She smiles.

"That's all I needed." He stood up with a big idiotic grin. "I feel much better!"

"Oh! And your new phone came in." She handed it to him.

"Sweet! Bye! Thanks for the help!" He waved and ran off to his room.

He tune his new phone on and there was a message...just one.

Anonymous:
*Nice work Renegade*