--4 Years Later--

Dick Grayson could be found walking through dark hallways. There was little light, only the occasional bare bulb hanging from its wire appearing in the darkness. Pipes jutted from the walls, and a steady dripping noise echoed in the long and narrow space.  An occasional burst of steam would burst from a few weaker pipes, hissing joining in the white noise of the background.

Red emergency lights weakly shone, bathing everything in a dull red color. They highlighted the small and lithe form that crept through the darkness.

Dick reached a large room, that seemed like a control center. A group of large monitors hung from a wall, some showing static while others the view from hidden cameras. Above, catwalks were barely visible in the terrible light. In one corner, much larger pipes ran from the ceiling to the floor. Here, there were stronger red emergency lights, but they still did little to illuminate the room.

His eyes were drawn to the center of the room, where a tall masked man stood, arms folded behind his back in a disarmingly civil gesture. Crystal blue eyes widened then narrowed at the tense anger that filled every muscle of the man's being, slightly ruining the look he was going for. Somewhere in the back of the still young boy's mind, an instinct clicked as it had for years, still ignored.

"You're late."

The words were growled near animalistically. The red light reflected off the black metal, giving it a red tinge that made Slade look all the more dangerous.

Dick lowered his head, focusing his gaze on a crack in the concrete floor. He spoke up, his voice lowered in submission. "My apologies, Master," Slade huffed near silently, anger still mounting. He strode forward until he was a few sparse feet away from the boy. "Normally, I would have to punish you, as tardiness is not to be tolerated in a soldier," He continued on, ignoring the wince and glance upward in fear, "But today I need you to be presentable to my new allies. They are important, and I would not enjoy making a wrong impression."

Dick Grayson knew better than to question the dangerous man in front of him. He nodded, not saying a word. "I expect you to be ready to leave in ten minutes. Do not be late, as you would not like the consequences of such actions." His instruction given, he bowed respectfully and left the room to prepare. After all, this was necessary if he ever wanted to achieve anything even close to his dreams. He wanted this, there was no need for anything else.

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Now dressed in his suit, affectionately named Renegade, Dick made his way toward Slade. The red in his suit was brighter in the glow of the emergency lights, but it was still able to blend in well. Slade looked him over, his one visible eye feeling as cold as a chip of ice against his skin. The man nodded in approval and began striding purposefully into one of the side doors that led away from the central room.

Slade spared the boy a glance, only warning him, "When we arrive, do not speak a word to anyone. Even if, especially if, asked anything."

Nodding, he followed behind as they walked to the black car that suddenly loomed from the dark room. It was barely visible, only the gleam of its paint giving it away. It was almost limo-like, yet had a customized interior that made it near unclassifiable as any specific type of car. It was clearly self-drivable, as Slade didn't even attempt to move the steering wheel.

Once there, he trailed obediently behind his 'Master'. They entered through doors and walked into the room where the meeting would be taking place, with a table surrounded by well-known villains, who to a select few right now was also known as The Light.

Savage was the first to speak, "Slade, and you brought Renegade with you." With a glare, Slade replied, "We are here to talk about plans, and I do have a schedule to keep up with, so hurry it up." The others nodded and Slade sat down at the table with them, Renegade at his side still standing.

After they were talking for a while, a crash rang throughout the building. Then a female voice shouted, "Really Kid Idiot!" Everyone at that point was ready and prepared to attack, Renegade included. It was then that the Young Justice team ran in, along with a couple of League members, who included the Flash, Wonder Woman, Superman, Green Arrow, Black Canary, and an angry looking Batman. The two groups then started to attack, while the Light's backup started attacking as well. Slade had already told Renegade "Stay put until I call you to assist me." So now he was stuck watching the fight in the shadows. Little did he know that Batman had noticed him and was now sneaking up on him. Suddenly, Renegade was attacked and after a strong blow to the head, blacked out. Renegade had cursed in his mind right before he saw nothing but darkness.

The heroes were winning so the Light had to retreat, leaving Renegade at the enemy's mercy. Slade was one apprentice short, for now.

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Renegade awoke in a blank room, handcuffed to a table. He could feel eyes on him and, with hopes to scare or startle someone, looked right at the one-way glass.

Batman then had walked through the door in the corner of the room, trying to look intimidating. As soon as Batman sat in the chair on the other side of the table he asked this first question, "Who are you?"

In his best Batman voice, Renegade replied: "I'm Batman."

Cue the Batglare, and some snickers from the other side of the glass.

He said it again, sounding slightly pissed off. "Who are you?"

Renegade replied with the same intensity "I'm Batman." He was laughing in his mind and using a lot of willpower to keep a straight face.

Now growling and very angry, Batman slammed his hand on the table, repeating his question one last time before he would lose his cool "Who ARE You!"

Grinning and holding out his hand, Renegade finally decided to give the poor bat a straight answer "I'm Renegade. Nice to meet you!" He told the dark clad man, with a cheery, but still slightly cheeky, a smile on his face.

Sighing, but proud he finally got an answer, Batman said his next question. "Why were you at a meeting with the Light?"

"It's because I'm Slade's apprentice. Duh." He answered with an unimpressed frown now on his face. After he said that, Batman's face darkened and you could hear the slightly muffled gasps from the other side of the glass. Renegade relaxed into the chair, using his hands as a pillow behind his head. Batman stared at him curiously for a while and then left the room, leaving Renegade with his thoughts. He could still feel many different eyes on him. After a while, the stares got really annoying and Renegade to talk to the wall to piss them off since it seemed very fun to get under the older heroes skin

"Sup Wall. So, how're the kids?"

"...."

"Uh-Huh. I know, they can be so rude sometimes."

"...."

"Oh, really?! That's terrible!"

"...."

"I feel so sorry for you because if that would have been me I might have actually shed a few tears, ya know, if I had a soul..."

A muffled shouting could be heard throughout the entire conversation Renegade was having, then a gruff voice shouting "Then you deal with him if you think you can!" 'Oh, so they're just arguing.' Renegade shrugged and then started humming to keep himself entertained.

After another 10ish or so minutes, Black Canary walked in with the Flash by her side. The two looked at him, then shared a look with each other. The two then continued walking forward, with hopes of getting some sort of information from the young boy.

(I thought about ending it here, but then was like 'Nah' and continued writing.)

The two sat down and started to try to get answers. Keyword try.

All the other heroes from the League then tried to get through to him, but his brutal training paid off in this situation. Those who were watching the going on decided to leave and discuss this new 'issue', who was now talking to the wall again.

After that was when the Team found Renegade, right in the middle of his one-way conversation with his new friends, the Wall, and the Floor.

"I know, they're being so rude when they could just ask nicely and get a decent answer. But nooo, they need to be like cops. People these days, am I right?" Wally heard a voice talking, but it was no person he knew and it sounded younger than him. Looking back at the others, he saw the same confused faces. Walking over to where the voice originated from, he saw a kid that looked no older than 12 wearing a mask and a black and dark red costume, a bloody 'R' on his chest. The boy then looked over in their direction and asked: "Hey, is that you Batsy?" After no one entered the door the boy then said "Oh, you must not know me then," and so he walked closer to the one-way window, "I'm Renegade, the apprentice of Deathstroke!" He had sounded so cheery saying that, but M'gann could feel the sadness and fear radiating off him in waves. "Friends, I think we should leave, this seems to be League business." Kaldur (*cough*Saltwater*cough*) told the others. Artemis and Wally seemed to want to stay if only to gather more information on Renegade. But after some convincing and the fact that Batman might kill them, they left.

Leaving poor Renegade hanging, his hand still in position for a handshake. "Really!"

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1181 Word Count
If this sucks in any way, blame it on society. It's all their fault.

I saw@Damians_Babybird's comment of "Can't wait for the next chapter!" And it inspired me to complete the Draft I had for this chapter, so now it's done!
*sighs* But, don't expect too many updates or anything. I'm going to camp for a week, and there's going to be like, 0 cell reception.

Okay, hope you all enjoyed. Don't kill me if I take a while to update. And I might start a Draft for a new story, but I need to organize all my ideas.

Talk To Ya Later,
-Boom