The Rouge Hero

"Your orders are simple. Kill any living hero in that world." An ex-hero from another world has entered their world, with one mission. To kill them all or to die trying. The hero himself comes as a shock to them all. His name is Renegade, or, he used to be known as Nightwing.

YJInvasion: Post Batman & Robin (Richard Grayson & Damian Wayne)

A/n: Pole is up now so please vote! Also here we go, chapter 1 is now up...I am having a lot of fun with this xD...I don't know if that is good or if that should be bad. Oh well.

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Chapter 1: To Save A Life

The window opened slowly and there was a small growl from the person under the covers. "Dick, what ever it is, it can wait you realize." He muttered and peeked out from under the covers to where Nightwing was standing. "It's 2:00am, and I am really tired you know. I'm not a Bat, I need my sleep."

"I'm afraid your sleep will have to wait Wally. We have an emergency, and it can't wait." He walked over and tore the covers off of the red-head who groaned.

"But Dick...it's so cold and I'm soooo tired!" He whined and looked at the other, pouting. It didn't seem to be working at all, in fact it seem to just annoy the other even more than before. He took a deep breath and looked over at Nightwing before pulling him in and nuzzling the hero's neck. "Fine, I'll willingly go with you but...only if we can come home and cuddle. My home. We are so not going to the 'haven."

Nightwing let out a small sigh before shaking his head. "Fine. If it will get you up then we'll "cuddle" as you put it. But we really need to..." He didn't get to speak before Kid Flash was ready before him, and also realizing that they were now outside the speedsters apartment.

"So, where are we heading off to?"

"Buldhaven's docks." Nightwing replied, looking over at Kid Flash who nodded, suddenly serious.

"Right."

"His name is Renegade, and he is a villain from another world." Kaldur closed his eyes. "He is the Lights secret weapon. A dangerous and deadly weapon." Nightwing narrowed his eyes at that.

"How dangerous is this Renegade?" He asked slowly.

"He has all of the attributes of the bat himself, plus the killing, and training he had from Deathstroke." Kaldur whispered, looking at them.

"How would a-" Kid Flash was cut off as Kaldur raised his hand and shook his head.

"That's...the thing here. You two have to promise not to tell anyone this, it will die with you." Kaldur started before he narrowed his eyes. "We will tell when the time is right like about our plan." He hesitated then for a moment. "Renegade is someone that we all happen to know...and well. Nightwing you...you know him only too well."

"I know...? Please, please tell me that it is NOT Robin!" Nightwing muttered.

"It is not... Nightwing... Renegade...is..-"

"I am you."

Nightwing stared in horror as he found a knife to Kaldur's neck. Behind him was someone with a red and black spandex outfit. What scared Nightwing was probably the red bird on his chest and that mask. His heart about stopped as the words sunk in.

"No..." A gun was raised, pointing right at him. "You can't be me..." But it seemed all to real."

"Sorry, but I am...and I'll take you down."

Nightwing narrowed his eyes. "As far as I see it, you can't be-"

"You?" Nightwing stilled, finding the gun to his head then.

"!Night-"

"Shhh. Too loud. Kid Flash. Too loud and I'll shoot."

Kid Flash instantly bit his lip as Nightwing whispered. "Would you really kill me?"

"Hmn. No, I wouldn't kill myself now. That doesn't mean I wouldn't...harm you."

Nightwing took a deep breath. "And the other bats? Batgirl, Robin...Batman?"

"Depends...does Damian exist here...?"

"Damian-"

"Good then, I probably will kill them."

"Why-"

"You'll understand when you see the delite of killin..." He moved the gun to Nightwing's hands. "Kill the traitor." He adjusted the gun to fit into Nightwings' hands until it was pointed at Kaldur, perfectly. "Hold it...and push the trigger...that's all you have to do."

Nightwing looked into Kaldur's eyes hands shaking as he held the gun. He felt strange. Powerful. It bothered him. It bothered him that he felt...strong. He liked it. Would he pull the trigger...? He wouldn't hurt Kaldur but.. He felt...like...he wanted to. He wanted to shoot him. He wanted to pull the trigger.

"Richard..." Kid Flash's voice was so soft, but he heard it with his hearing. "Don't..."

He moved his fingers slowly...closing them in...

And then there was a gunshot.

Nightwing...no.

"Good boy."

Nightwing had closed his eyes, then slowly opened them. A bullet lay next to Kaldur's head. Not in him thankfully... But it was so close. Nightwing had actually shot the gun he realized...and he was horrified. He dropped the gun to only realize it was back in his hands. He shook as he took a deep breath. No.

"Can't stop now can you? Doesn't it feel so good to pull the trigger?"

He had liked it. He really had. The adrenaline rush was...so much. He loved that...and he wanted to feel more. It was...different. Good different. He had...enjoyed it. "No." Yet, he would not admit it.

"I am you, and you can't lie to me." The gun was adjusted once more and positioned in his hands, aiming to Kaldur's hair. His breath hitched. "Now...all you need to do is take his life."

"N-no." Nightwing refused to pull the trigger. "I won't. Not...I won't take his life!"

"What about saving a life?"

"How would-"

"Simple. What about Kid Flash."

Nightwing's heart sunk as he saw his best friend with a knife to his neck. He took a shaky breath, scared. He looked back at the gun, then to Kaldur. He had to shoot Kaldur to save Kid Flash. The options were minimal. He had to either kill Kaldur or...his best friend was going to die. "..." He looked back down at the gun and then to his other self. "Not right now...teach me how to shoot a gun before...I kill anyone."

The smile on Renegade's face was the last thing he remembered seeing.

Finding Kaldur and Wally at the doorstep was the last thing Bruce Wayne expected to see at 2:00am in the morning. Wally looked panicked and Kaldur was shaking a little bit.

"Wally?" Bruce questioned and the other looked up at him before he took a shaky breath. "Nightwing...Richard...he's...he's...been...been kidnap-"

"Hold on why is...Kaldur doing here?"

Wally took a deep breath. "Because he isn't a traitor...It was a plan alright? Richard and I came up with it to get information on the Light. No he did not kill Artie, we faked her death, and we made sure Miss M and Supey didn't know!" He looked scared. "And then Kal had to give us info tonight and so we went, a guy named Renegade showed up, screwed things up...and...and then he tried to get Richard to kill Kal or I was going to die. Instead he was being smart and asked him to show him how to use a gun before he killed someone and...and...y-yeah! They took him!"

"And who has him?" Bruce was growling now, worried for his son's safety.

Kaldur answered then, his eyes going dark. "Back to the Lights main base. And getting in there, is never an easy case." Bruce narrowed his eyes.

"We will...get in...right?"

"Only if you allow me to lead you into the base."

"Grayson, can you hold me...please?" He looked over at the small boy who stared down at his feet nervously. He looked up, fear in his eyes.

"Did you have a bad dream Little D?" He whispered and leaned down, picking the small boy up into his arms and holding him. "Big Bro's got ya."

He sat up slowly and looked down at his hands before letting out a small sigh. His eyes closed and he shook his head slowly, ever so slowly.

Damian.

He looked to the door as it opened and straitened his mask a little. "Yes?" He asked and the person, he realized was a ground troop, swallowed.

"R-renegade sir...Black Manta said you better begin to train Nightwing or he was just going to kill you-"

"Let me see him try." He stood up and walked past the troop slowly, and growled. The troop sank back slowly and remained silent as Renegade walked by. The ex-hero silently walked to his other selves' room. He opened the door, tearing it open before he let himself smile a little.

It would be like training Damian all over again, but with someone he knew all to well.

Himself.

Nightwing looked at him as he entered, almost as if he had been waiting for him to enter the room for a while now. His clothing was different. There was no mask covering his eyes, his barrier to the outside world. Renegade chuckled softly and walked over to the other, moving a hand to run his hand over the fabric. Perfect. It would be the perfect material to train him how to kill in this material.

Oh.

He suddenly realized something. Nightwing's identity was no longer a secret anymore.

"Richard Grayson...is about to be a killer."

"..." And his self from this world began to shake.