Renegade

Little Conversation

|Song: Witching Hour by Tommee Profit|

"So, anyway, I jumped out of the window right. And I was like damn sure that I was fucked this time, that I was going to have to answer to the big guy up there. But suddenly, I find myself totally not dead and on my way to this stupid conversation. Speaking of the conversation by the way, have you heard enough drama from me already or should I go pass this last two weeks?" Renegade asked with a bored and reckless expression.

It has been two days since the owl attack. After Renegade's little jump, the Justice League could finally manage to join the fight. After their arrival, the Talon had no choice but to call it a day and order the Owls to retreat.

Renegade was currently back in the mountain, despite his protests, and was sitting on an uncomfortably comfortable chair, trying his best to talk without cackling.

"Renegade, you have attempted to suicide, do you really expect me to believe that it didn't have any effects on you?" Black Canary asked with a raised eyebrow.

And yes, this was a therapy session with the famous Dinah Laurel Lance. Renegade, RENEGADE was in the middle of a therapy session.

"Seriously, if I had any idea on what would happen when I didn't die, I mean this therapy session by the way, I would just slice my throat with a piece of broken glass." Renegade said smirking.

"Renegade." Dinah said slowly in a warning tone.

"I jumped off a window, so what? I drived off a cliff not more than four weeks ago. And as you can see, I am a peachy son of a bitch as always."

"Renegade." Another warning came from Dinah.

"What? You wanted to know how I feel, here is the answer: I don't. And don't you have a world to save? Just go do your thing, help old people cross the road, get a cat down the tree, do some hero stuff, whatever."

"Renegade!" A louder warning came from Dinah, signing him to tell her the truth.

"Renegade, Renegade, WHAT?! Are you trying to memorize my name?" Renegade shouted.

Dinah just sighed and leaned back on her chair.

"You don't want to be here at the moment, and I get it. But the Justice League still has some doubts about you. So if you want to stay out of the Arkham Asylum, you are going to have to sit here and at least act like you are sharing some of your thoughts and feelings." Dinah said and looked at the clock on the wall behind Renegade.

"Just for 57 more minutes at least." She added.

"57 MORE MINUTES?! You said this stupid therapy thing was only going to last an hour!" Renegade shouted, he was already feeling like he had been sitting there for ages.

"I did and it is. It's only been 3 minutes Renegade." Dinah said with a tired tone.

"WHAT?!"

Dinah sighed. This was going to be a long therapy for both of them.

"Okay. Why don't we take it from a little bit back?" Dinah suggested.

"By a little bit, you mean..?"

"From your time with Deathstroke and the Court for example." Dinah said, carefuly watching Renegade's reaction.

"Okay, um... How do I put this nicely? HELL NO." Renegade said.

"You know talking and sharing your feelings won't kill you, right?" Dinah asked.

"Actually, it might. And I am NOT eager to find out."