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Hey readers that are still reading this! Once again I am terribly sorry for the wait but this time I have a valid excuse! I was in a play, I am currently in a show choir which I joined late and am behind everyone when it comes to choreography, I have to plan two college visits and work on two college audition pieces (yeah I got accepted into college!) my work has been asking me to stay later than my shifts, and the holidays happened recently. Plus from the lack a response I got from my last chapter I became a bit dejected. But I'm over that now so please enjoy this chapter!

If there was one thing Robin loved it had to be the thrill of adrenalin pumping through him as he beat up bad guys to save civilians. He loved putting a stop to a small portion of the injustice Gotham had to offer and it was an amazing way to release stress. And after finding out that a psychopathic middle aged man was obsessed with him nothing felt more relaxing than punching and knocking out a solid looking thug wielding a gun and wearing a themed mask that identified who he was working for.

This time it just happened to be the Riddler one of Robins favorites of Batman and his vast rogue gallery. Now it wasn't that he actually liked the riddler (how could he) but Edward was a tad more sane than the other villains and on a occasion could be rather reasonable. Unfortunately however this was not one of those occasions. For reasons only clear to himself he and his henchmen had entered Gothams first national bank with the intention of simply robbing it. Something had gone wrong and a bad situation took a turn for the worse when three civilians were killed along with two security guards and a bank teller. In a panic the Riddler and his men took the building under his hostage and refused to let any of them out until the police were able to solve his ridiculous riddle. As soon as the dynamic duo arrived at the scene they split up, Batman heading to the front room to take out the Riddler from harming the bank workers, leaving Robin to go in the back to handle the men and rescue the rest of the hostages.

Robin swiftly moved through the air ducts from where they entered and following the building plans of the bank he had on his holograph computer he silently made his way towards the back room. As soon as he arrived he scoped out the area mentally picking out four guards pacing nervously around the room holding automatics with their backs to him, and counting at least fifteen men and woman sitting huddled in a corner. He smirked at his luck, this was almost going to be two easy.

Without hesitation he opened the ceiling vent and began lowering himself from his perch, after attracting the attention of the civilians he gave them a reassuring smile and launched himself at the closest goon almost immediately knocking him out. The others turned at the noise but froze for a moment in shock not expecting the small hero. That moment gave Robin all the time he needed, quickly he retracted three smoke pelts from his belt and threw them while jumping towards the men. Frightened they began shooting sporadically at where he had just been, but it was too late and within moments they lay unconscious on the ground. He was just picking himself up from his crouched position when a voice stopped him mid movement.

"STOP! OR I'LL SHOOT!" Turning around he saw a burly looking man holding his gun in shaking hands, pointing it at one of the hostages heads. Robin unconsciously took a step towards them before the man pulled the safety off. "I said stop or her brain goes all over these walls!" He quickly raised his hands above his head.

"Okay, okay just calm down I'm not moving." The man's grip tightened around the girl eliciting a whimper of discomfort from her. Robin allowed his gaze to be directed briefly towards her taking in her hispanic face looking surprisingly calm before sliding over the rest her body making sure she wasn't injured. Once satisfied with his findings he looked once again towards the man who was staring at him.

"Throw over your belt now and no funny business, or else" he ordered sinisterly. Complying with his wishes Robin slowly moved his hands downwards, he was just about to unbuckle it when the loud screaming of the Riddler came from the front room momentarily distracting the gunman as he loosened his grip on his weapon. Taking advantage of this Robin shot two batarangs at him in a quick succession, one to disarm him and one to knock him out allowing the girl to escape.

Robin swooped in towards the rest of the hostages and quickly untying their bonds, he sent them out the backdoor of the bank into the awaiting policemen arms. Just as he freed the last couple Batman walked in looking slightly ruffled but uninjured.

"Any difficulties?" He asked his voice dark and gruff, Robin smiled up at him.

"Nothing to worry about" Batman nodded slightly accepting the answer before taking in the room, his eyes lingering on the remaining civilians who were making their way towards the door.

"Make sure they all get out then meet me on the roof, I need to talk to Commissioner Gordon for a moment." after making a sound of agreement Robin watched Batman swiftly walk out the room before turning towards the door. He was already halfway out the door when a pretty black haired hispanic girl walked up to him, the same one who had been taken at gunpoint. She had to be only seventeen or eighteen, and though she was taller than him it was not by much. Giving her a friendly yet professional smile he turned to her as she stopped in front of him looking nervous yet admiring.

"Hi Robin, I...um just wanted to thank you, you know for saving my ass back there. I mean I get thats what you do but I appreciate it…" Her voice was rough yet genuine and she held out a calloused hand to him. He smiled back and shook it gently.

"It was my pleasure Ms….."

"Flores, Catalina Flores." She said eagerly batting her eyelashes at him (not that he noticed).

"Well I'm glad that you're alright and it was a pleasure meeting you but I must be off." And with that he swished out a sight leaving the obviously smitten girl in his wake.

MEANWHILE WITH SLADE

Slade smirked happily as he watched the exchange, of all the things he had expected to change from the leaguers reappearance this was not one of them. You see he was quite familiar with Catalina Flores and he even admired her ability to break Nightwing so easily. In his time however she and his apprentice hadn't met until a couple years after the league disappeared when Dick was eighteen. Her early appearance in this timeline was unexpected, though not unwanted. He could use this girl to his advantage, and if the look on her face was an indication of how much she liked the young hero then Slade guessed she wouldn't be too hard to convenience to help him. Especially given her methods of obtaining what she wanted.

Catalina Flores was not what you would call an average eightteen year old, she was headstrong, stubborn, and could be very violent and temperamental. She had lived by herself since the age of thirteen after running away when her dad had started beating her. She went to school for criminal investigation for she hoped to someday join the FBI, despite the fact that she stole most of what she owned and she had many past assault charges on police officers. And she was also incredibly obsessed with a fourteen year old hero.

Ever since news of Batmans new partner hit Bludhaven she had been intrigued about the boy, but as he grew older her curiosity turned into something more, and now she was insanely in love with him. So when he rescued her at the bank she was in heaven and made sure to introduce herself. As she drove home she thought of nothing else but the ebony haired teen, daydreaming different scenarios with him in them, and almost crashing when she got caught up in a particularly steamy one.

Lost in thought she made her way into her rundown shabby apartment, it wasn't until she saw a masculine figure standing at her window did she snap out of i her thoughts .

"Who the fuck are you? And what are you doing in my house!" The man turned to her revealing a shock of gray here and an eyepatch, he smiled at her and moved forward.

"My names DeathStroke and am here to help you capture your little bird".

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