I should not be starting another story… but I am! :D

I had too, don't judge me. :|

Anyways, this is an AU… kinda… yes, let's leave it at AU because "sometimes bad guys make the best good guys." ;)

Some things will be different, you'll see what I mean eventually but right now… nothing is as it seems.

I don't own anything! And yes, I know the name is totally cheesy. And no, I totally wasn't watching Leverage when I started writing this, pfft... okay, maybe a little...

The young boy grinned mischievously, eyes covered by dark sunglasses set on the glowing hologram placed before him. As his fingers typed away on his keyboard he couldn't help but let a cackle escape his lips. "Done and done." He spoke to himself, watching as the glowing numbers in front of him all plunged to zero in an instant. "Sorry, Bruce this shouldn't hurt you too bad… maybe."

With a short laugh, he shut the device off and turned back to his home. The raven haired kid swung over the couch's back and landed on soft cushions with a loud sigh.

Life was sweet… to say the least.

Richard Grayson wished he could see the expression on his guardian as soon as he was about to learn that about half of his bank accounts had been cleared out in less than an hour. Actually, the boy was sure he could tap into the cameras located at Wayne Enterprises… but he didn't want to produce any unwanted attention.

He snatched the remote from the armrest, snorting as he turned the television on and began to flip through the channels aimlessly. "Who am I kidding, unwanted attention? Please." There was nothing amusing on – not that anything normal could really amused someone like him. "Cooking show? Boring. MTV? Pfft, right. Legend of Korra? Seen it! Criminal Minds? Oh, joy."

The teen did this continuously, naming off everything and quickly switching the channel. He realized that he did in fact have too much time in his hands, as he had already seen most of whatever was on.

Richard was just about to give up when something caught his eyes and caused him to sit up. "Hey, Speedy." He spoke aloud to no one, a grin appearing on his lips as he saw the costume vigilante on the screen. Of course, he was no longer Speedy and went by Red Arrow… Dick liked Speedy better. Only seconds later the camera cut to Green Arrow, who was fighting back to back with Black Canary.

Apparently, the Hall of Justice was under attack – big shocker. He rolled his eyes as he noticed just who it was that was attacking.

Poison Ivy.

"Does she never give up?" He asked himself as he relaxed and leaned back against the couch once more. A thought suddenly occurred to him and he jumped up to his feet. "Wait… it's Poison Ivy!" The boy grinned as he turned towards his room and rushed to his closet.

This… it would be fun.

Red Arrow growled in annoyance as he shot arrow after arrow at the oncoming plants that threatened to surround him. All of them hit their targets and each of them fell to the floor in either heaps of burnt weed or frozen shards containing plant fragments. Oh, how he hated the crazy plant lady…

"Canary, where's our back-up?!" He yelled out towards her and his guardian, twisting around and shooting another arrow as a vine threatened him from behind.

"They're coming!" She snapped back before using her canary cry to rip some of the weeds around her to shreds. Green Arrow was no better off than the ginger; both were quickly running out of arrows.

Roy sighed in before releasing one of his last arrows, letting it land on one of the bigger parts of the huge plant that surrounded them and watching as it exploded before flipping out of the way as another vine tried to grab him by the ankle.

Above, Ivy stood on top of the Hall and as she watched her "baby" created chaos all around. She knew the bat would arrive any second now, and she knew that this time she could take him. The woman paid no attention to the other heroes; they were only a minor nuisance to her.

Roy had no time to look up at her as more and more florae closed in around him. He was down to his last arrow and nothing was getting resolved this way.

Suddenly a loud cackle was heard and Roy recognized it instantly. "Hey, Speedy!" A voice shouted out excitedly.

"Nightwing." The ginger muttered in slight annoyance as he proceeded to fight off the plants with nothing but his bow. Honestly, he was relieved that someone had come – even if it was the annoying brat.

The bird swung above on his grappling hook, releasing bird-a-rangs onto the plant's biggest weak points and letting them all explode with a loud boom. Soon, the only thing left of the creature was scattered all around the Hall. The attacker had no time to react as Nightwing swung towards her and his foot connected with her jaw.

She fell from the building before landing safely on a piece of her destroyed creation.

The raven haired teen jumped down beside the archer, landing gracefully as he looked around. "So… did ya miss me, Speedy?"

"It's Red Arrow." He growled lowly in response before turning to notice that Dinah and Oliver had been knocked off their feet and were barely beginning to recover.

Nightwing gave off a cocky smirk. "Whatever, just te-" He was cut off as his holo-glove gave off a loud beep, forcing him to look down. A sigh escaped his lips as he quickly shut the thing off and looked back up at the archer. "Gotta run, tell Bats I said he's welcome!" With that said, the teen launched himself back into the air before anyone could stop him.

Red Arrow looked after him as he departed, wondering if he should go after him. Finally, the hero decided that he'd let him go this time; seeing as they main enemy had been caught.

Green Arrow looked around in partial disbelief. "What… just happened?"

The ginger turned and began to walk away from the disaster area. "Call Batman and tell him to cancel the back-up. Nightwing came and just saved our butts."

Before either of the adults had time to question him, Roy walked off. Leaving them wondering what exactly had just gone down in those few minutes.

Nightwing? But why would he do that? He wasn't a member of the League or a sidekick.

The teen was an enemy, the boy was a criminal.

Richard quickly rushed back into his apartment, slipping in through the window unnoticed. He looked down at his glove in frustration as it rang for the hundredth time and walked over to the computer monitors sitting in the room adjoining the living room. "Yes?" He asked as an image of a man appeared on screen, both of them carefully examining each-other.

"You must be Nightwing." The man's voice replied, a hint of amusement lingering in his tone.

The boy had to resist the urge to roll his eyes underneath his mask. "Is it that obvious?" He couldn't help but clearly show his displeasure as he crossed his arms.

"I would have hoped that a boy like you knew a bit more about respect… no matter, I have a job for you, child." The man spoke again, this time making sure to get right down to business.

His expression never once wavered as he replied. "Not interested, Mr…"

"I'm sure you will be after you hear of what I have to offer." The man once again held a tone of amusement in his voice. "And please, call me Slade."

So… heh… :3

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