Renagade or Robin?

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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.*