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THIS CHAPTER IS SO SHITTY BUT ITS CRUCIAL TO THE STORY IM SORRY
I WISH YOU COULD SKIP
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"Your name is Renegade. The League betrayed you and you now serve Deathstroke."
He turned off the electricity.
"My name is Nightwing, asshole." Dick spat.
The electricity came back on.
"Your name is Renegade. The League betrayed you and you now serve Deathstroke."
Off.
"It's Nightwing, bitch."
On.
Off. On.
The more it happened, the less forceful the replies were.
Off.
"Night...wing."
On. Off.
"R- Nightwing!"
The mercenary smirked.
"Your name is Renegade."
On. Off.
"The League betrayed you."
On. Off.
"You now serve Deathstroke."
On. Off.
"Golden Boy."
On. Off.
"My name is Renegade, Master. What is your command?"
...
Damian was scared when Dick began to have the symptoms of someone getting shocked.
He was terrified when they began to weaken and they'd be less in between.
He was scared shitless when they stopped.
When will this be over?
...
Bruce didn't know where to go. When he bolted into the one with all four, it had a note:
Not in here! Try the Bowerbird.
He had gone to Nightwing's room then.
The amount of blood was sickening. How was he even alive?
A note:
Not in here! Try the mercenary's room."
But when he walked into Jason's, there was no note. He went into the Joker's room, and inside were three more doors.
One with: Ha! Ha! Ha! Written all over it in blood. One had a picture of a diamond, half red, half Black. The last was half black and half orange.
He went inside.
Their were two more doors. What the f***.
One had the four symbols. One was half orange, half black.
He went inside the half and half door.
And was met with a Deathstroke, perfectly unharmed, hooked up to machines. Grinning like a maniac.
He left the room and went into the other...
And met the eyes of his son's crying faces.
Shit.
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