Renegade

The meeting

|Song: I ran (so far away) by Hidden Citizens|

He had a meeting with Joker and to be honest, he didn't like doing business with the clown. Like AT ALL. But he was a great associate. So Renegade just had to forget about how crazy the clown was and get over with this meeting.

Normally, Joker worked alone. Well he sometimes had partners but was famous with ditching them. Or worse, killing them. Fortunatelly, same could be told for Renegade. So he was ready for any moves that the clown could make against him.

Joker was the one who called for the meeting and told Renegade that he had a job for him. Joker and Renegade knew each other for more than 5 years and they had an odd relationship. Calls from Joker was a usual thing for Renegade. Joker called him when he needed a job done. By job, he meant killing someone mercilesly. And Renegade called Joker when he needed a distraction. Renegade liked working in the shadows and those distractions really helped him to be out of the League's and the Bat's attention.

But fair again it was the Joker they were talking about. So Renegade always had one eye open when he was around the clown. Same thing applied to Joker. Renegade wasn't the right person to mess with. He seemed unexperienced and not dangerous because of his age but he was the exact oppossite. The crime world of Gotham learned it the hard way.

"Sooo... what do you want this time J? Or wait... Who do you want this time?" Renegade said while stepping inside the warehouse.

"Sorry, he couldn't attend this certain meeting. He is being hold in the Arkham Asylum as we speak." A much deeper voice said and the sound of big heavy boots filled the room.

"Deathstroke. It's so bad to see you." Renegade said and turned to face the masked mercinary.

"Hello Renegade." Deathstroke said while stepping closer.

"Well, hi. But I am sorry. If you want to talk to me you have to make an appointment first. You can talk to my assisstant for that, you know, when I hire one. See I am a busy assassin. Until then, goodbye. Hope we'll never meet ever again." Renegade said and turned back to leave.

"C'mon. You can't say you haven't missed your former master at all, can you?"

"That's exactly what I was going to say actually." Renegade said with a shocked face.

"Renegade!" Deathstroke said with a louder and more threatening voice this time.

"Sorry, the person you are calling for is now unavailable. Please do NOT try ever again."

"I was going to ask you to come with me nicely but now I see that we have to do it the hard way." Deathstroke said while reaching out for his two swords.

"What gave you the memo?" Renegade said with a grin while he reached out for his katana.

Deathstroke charged forward and so did Renegade. With a quick flip, Renegade dodged the sword coming right into his stomach. He dodged the second sword attack and did another flip. He landed on his feet once again and did an attack with his katana. While Deathstroke was busy dodging the katana attack, Renegade suddenly bowed and before Deathstroke could react, Renegade took a small knife from one of his hidden pockets and stabbed Deathstroke from the leg. Deathstroke groaned and stepped back sending a kick.

"Not bad." Deathstroke said while taking the knife out.

Deathstroke charged again. They fought for two hours without a break. At the end, Deathstroke had six knife wounds and four broken bones while Renegade had two broken ribs, a broken ankle and fifteen fractures in his hands because of punching Deathstroke's thick armor.

Renegade was not going to lie, he was tired and surprised. He was trained by Deathstroke but he never claimed being better than him. Right now, however, he seemed to be winning.

When he was thinking all that, he didn't realise the small device Deathstroke was holding. When he raised the device Renegade understood what was going to happen.

"Shit." Renegade said while he tried to turn around and cover his eyes but he was too late.

A bright light covered the room. Not just a bright light, the frickin' sun covered the room. (Renegade's thought not mine.) And Renegade was blinded.

He couldn't see where Deathstroke was. He grabbed his guns and he blindly tried to shoot the man. After he finished his amo, he heard heavy footsteps coming closer.

Renegade was trained to fight in the dark but he was NOT trained to fight in the dark against Deathstroke.

He dodged the mercinary's punches and kicks for a couple minutes then he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. His vision was starting to come back but he wished it didn't. Because the first thing he saw was a bloody blade coming out of his shoulder.

Renegade kept a straight face. He was trained not to feel pain. Well, at least not to show that he felt the pain.

"At least you haven't forgotten about your training apprentice." Deathstroke said looking at Renegade's face, searching for a fragment of pain.

"What can I say? Old habits die hard." Renegade said with a grin.

His vision was coming back. He just needed a few more minutes. The moment he thought that, the universe just dissagreed. Deathstroke kicked him from the leg and Renegade fell to the ground.

He tried to get up but Deathstroke placed his heavy boot on his chest.

"Not running away this time, Dick." He said.

Renegade stopped strugling. He was just too tired. The pressure on his chest increased and he heard breaking sound coming from his chest. He kept a straight face when his ribs were being broken mercilesly.

Then Deathstroke placed his boot on Renegade's throat. He held his breath and avoided the black dots appearing in his vision. He started chocking.

Renegade understood when he lost. It didn't make it any easier but he understood.

He prepared himself for blacking out and waking back up in Deathstroke's warehouse. He wondered what new sick methods of torture his 'master' found during his absence.