Renegade

The Plan: Part Two

|Song: Premonition by Tommee Profitt|

"Renegade." Roy called as Batman went to the batcave to get some files and Constantine to god knows where.

Renegade was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room and was looking around his body like he was searching for a flea or something. He looked up as he heard Roy and sighed, getting up.

"Not here." Renegade said as he turned back and started walking away.

"I'll call you when I see him." He added.

"Can you also tell him that he is an asshole and a pain in my ass?" Roy yelled after Renegade.

"I can. But I don't think he'll be pleased."

"Renegade cut the bullshit. We need to talk." Roy said.

"We need to talk? Igh... That sentence never ends well."

"About your plan. 'Cause I'm pretty sure you're gonna sell us out."

"Aw come on, what did I do to earn your distrust?" Renegade asked with a yawn.

"Been a member of the Light, Court of Owls and the League of Assassins, an apprentice of Deathstroke, killed 926 people including the 7 inmates and 1 owl you killed last week, broke out of the prison, twice. Should I carry on or did you get the point?" Roy said as he counted every reason with his fingers.

"Wow. Well... Congrats Roy! You came to the conclusion of me being not trusted. Have you done all this thinking by yourself? Must have been hard."

"I'm serious. How can we know you won't sell us out and return to your old masters?" Roy asked.

"I don't have any masters! Not anymore. And do you think you are the only one who thought about this and decided not to trust me? Not fully at least." Renegade said as he reached to his pocket and pulled out a nail.

"John Constan-tine has the other pair of this nail. He slipped this one to my pocket before leaving. I know these nails, I've heard of them anyway, they point to each other, no matter where they are, like some kind of magic GPS. He just should have been more careful." Renegade said but he put the nail back to his pocket anyhow.

"And Batsy? Do you really think he trusts me? He desperately and utterly stupidly wants to, yes, but he is at least smart enough not to. Why do you think he's in the Batcave right now? He doesn't need any stupid files, he's there to tell that old freaky British dude to watch me, with the tracker he put on me before leaving. The goddamn tracker I can hear but can't find!" Renegade finished and started looking around his body again, like a dog trying to catch his tail.

Roy looked at Renegade with shocked eyes for a moment before speaking.

"Did you just actually said a whole paragraph of things without making any jokes or puns or any of your maddness and actually came to a logical explanation?" Roy finally asked.

"It's not my fault if you're stupid."

"And he's back..." Roy said and sighed.

"About that trust thing, yeah I might not be the dictionary description of trustworthy and I seriously couldn't care less about you caped idiots' trust for me. But if you want my plan to work, you're gonna have to. So shut the fuck up."

~2 HOURS LATER~

The clinge of heavy metal boots echoed in the room, getting closer and closer to the figure with a black outfit and a dark blue hood with a full face mask.

"Renegade." Deathstroke said as he stopped in front of the figure.

"Master." Renegade said and stopped, waiting for permission to go on.

"You were right. I can't believe the idiots actually trusted me."