Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

Back back back again - Good things never last pt 2

Apparently good things sorta last

So VinsuErinGamer requested a revival for the good things never last story so we decided to get together and do a one-shot each for the story

Also! Credit, where credit is due and IDK how many people will see their comment but I thought it was an amazing opening for the story we're both going to add to so Blue1_Trident should receive some love for this too!

Two figures were perched on the edge of the roof, staring down at the mass of people in the ballroom spilling out into the courtyard. Sharp eyes scanned for a specific target: *insert name*. He was a rich man playing a deadly game with bad people. There was some sort of falling out with a huge deal and the little group wanted his head.

The figure on the left shifted, reaching for his staff as the quick patter of steps sounded behind the pair. He spun around, a battle staff held ready towards the intruder. A foot was aimed toward his face, but the man jerked his head to the side, too slow to avoid it clipping his ear. A growl sounded from the attacker's throat when a blade shot out from the end of the staff.

"Oh, it's the angry one." Deathstroke sighed. "The rest of you irritating Bats can't be far behind," he signaled to his partner, "Let's go."

The two older assassins jumped over the edge of the building, grappling hooks ready to swing them across the perilous drop.

Robin shouted after them, "Give Grayson back! You don't deserve him, you greedy old man!"

He had seen the questioning glance Dick had given Deathstroke, and knew that the returned nod meant they got the target. Well, besides from the petrified screaming from below, but that doesn't matter. What matters, is that Damian had broken his last grappling hook during his lengthy pursuit of his brother and brainwasher, unable to follow any longer.

The rest of his family couldn't have been far behind, but they had been caught up in a few other problems, a bank robbery, some helpless people being mugged, a few dealers, the usual. Robin had elected to ignore it in favor of finding his brother. But look how that turned out. It had taken Red Robin /months/ to find even a small lead, and now it seems they have lost it, along with their brother, once more.

So here's my part of the one-shot and please check out these two very lovely people!

11 pm. Rain poured over Gotham relentlessly. Yet this was supposed to be a night of joy. Red Robin had a theory on how to get Dick back and tonight they were putting it into practice. They set up a trap for him. Red Hood posed as a wealthy businessman who wanted to get rid of his business partner so he could gain full control of the company. He also had the contacts to Deathstroke that would keep their plan under wraps. The deal was that he'd pay half the price of the hit upfront and the other half would get paid after the job was done. He specifically asked for Dick, stating that he'd heard great things about him. Deathstroke allowed it. Batman rented out an apartment so they had an address for the hit under an alias matching the target's name. The plan was set out perfectly. Hopefully, they could use Dick's surprise at their appearance in the apartment to their advantage but then again they didn't know how far the brainwashing had gone. Red Robin's plan depended on it not going too far which made the mission even more dangerous yet none of them wanted to back out. Dick was a hero, a brother, a son and so much more. He was everything and they couldn't lose that knowing that they could've done something. The hit had some specifics to it so they could be prepared. It had to be conducted at 11:10 pm and Dick had to come in through the living room window. The death also had to look natural as to avoid suspicion but that was so they didn't have anything too deadly pulled on them if a fight were to break out. "Ten minutes," Batman announced. He had this feeling in his stomach that was a mix of both excitement and dread. He was getting his ward back but what're they going to do after that? The brainwashing might've wiped out too much and even if they did get him to remember he wasn't an assassin, he might just change his name and move away. He might cut all ties and abandon being a hero. Still, that was better than being forced to kill people. "This better work. I don't fancy dying for the second time," Red Hood stated.