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~harro! here eas chapta 3 peeplol! lol~


"Police, yes hello, I would like to speak with commissioner Gordon please." Bruce said from his cell phone. The second he heard those words, Dick knew there was going to be trouble, Big sat down on the couch of their fine living room, feeling out of place, which is almost impossible when you live started to watch Bruce pace around the room, muttering something to Gordon, Bruce's old friend. Dick and him had met several times, not counting when he was Robin.

"Can you look for information on him? Slade, or Death-stroke as we know him down here." Bruce almost smirked, but kept his looks serious. Dick got up, feeling anxious, and walked back to his room. He grabbed his duffel bag and started to pack random items, not looking what he was packing, he grabbed his bag, and walked downstairs. Bruce hung up the phone as o=soon as he saw this, and marched toward Dick, looking mad, and precautionary.

"What the hell do you think your doing Dick?" Bruce asked, looking at the duffel looked away from his cold stare, and looked to the ground."I'm going home, my team needs me, and besides, Slade is probably going back to Jump city anyway."Bruce shook his head,"No." Dick saw this, and made a furious face, letting 'Batman' know, he wasn't going to take was 15 after all, not a little kid anymore.

"What do you think will happen when death-"

"Slade is what he goes by now." Dick corrected sighed:" Death-stroke, then, What do you think will happen when he finds you? I'm sure he won't play nice." Bruce stap out though his teeth, both were about to go insane.

"I can handle it, Bruce, I'm not a kid. And besides, I don't play nice either." Dick smirked, and with that walked outside, leaving Wayne manor, and going home.

~r&r~