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Renegade Part Two

Hello everyone.

How are you all? This is (as you can tell by the title) Renegade part two.

This is set about three months after Renegade part two and basically Nightwing's been training with Slade (and his kids) for that time but this story starts on his first day of freedom from the deal. So angst, but also hurt/comfort I guess.

WARNING: Tarantula is mentioned. Not any details about what happened, but those that know will see what is implied.

So as usual I own nothing, apologise for accuracy mistakes, OCCness, grammar and spelling mistakes.

I hope you enjoy.

Robyn 

Seeing the outside world for the first time in three months made Nightwing stop to stare at the faint stars in the night sky and nearly invisible moon barely visible above the smoke and pollution of the city. He'd spent most of the three months inside, with only brief trips to meetings where he spent the whole time in a car. Standing on a rooftop in Bludhaven he celebrated the feeling of freedom for several moments before leaping away across the night, revelling in the rush of the wind in his hair and adrenalin in his veins as he flew through the sky where he felt most at home. It wasn't too late yet, he still had time to see what had been going down in his city in his absence, put some of his new skills and training into practise.

Slipping into his apartment after his first night back fighting crime he collapsed on his bed with a smile, one of the first to actually reach his eyes in quite some time. He knew he'd have to deal with the hero community and his family shortly, his return would no doubt be on the news and that would lead them back to him.

For now though, he was just going to enjoy the peace. Rolling off his creaky bed and strolling to his wardrobe to pull on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, throwing his Nightwing costume to the back in a pile to be dealt with properly later. He wandered to the kitchen with his mismatched sock covered feet barely leaving the ground, he opened a cupboard to find a box of cereal and a pack of cookies but other than that they were sorely lacking in food. Opening the fridge he found it contained some severely out of date milk (which instantly went down the drain) and eggs. It had been three months ad even before that he'd been so busy everywhere else he hadn't really been staying in his apartment much.

Shrugging he grabbed the box of cereal from the cupboard and grabbed a handful as he stumbled onto a chair in the tiny living room area attached to the kitchen, making a mental note to go shopping tomorrow. The old tv barely worked but he enjoyed the nonsense of whatever was on, as he shovelled dry cereal into his mouth, sitting cross legged on the chair. The normalcy was refreshing and he wanted to enjoy some time on his own before anything else.

He slipped into a light sleep barely an hour later with the box of cereal abandoned at the foot of the chair he was curled up on. He'd regret it in the morning, it wasn't a comfortable sleeping position and he wasn't getting any younger but for now everything was better. Not perfect, not good or even okay, just better.

It was in fact three days later when the first hero showed up at his door. It had taken them (far) longer than he had expected, and it wasn't the person or rather people he had expected to appear first. He hadn't done much in those three days apart from shopping and a visit to the BCPD to ask about applying for a job. He'd spent the days exploring the city and lounging around his tiny apartment enjoying the time to himself. He spent the nights getting back into the swing of fighting crime, putting all his training to good use as e tried to bring the rate of crime back under some semblance of control.