A little boy maneuvered his way through the crowd towards the tent. He let out a small of as he ran into someone. The person reached out grabbing onto the boy's arm, steadying him on the ground. The boy smiled up at the stranger, getting a small smile in return, before running off into the tent.
The boy paused watching a shady man talk to his friend. He turned his head away from the man to someone calling his name. The boy followed his father's voice, forgetting the man, and hugged his mother and father as they stood next to each other looking for the small boy. The trio left heading towards their trailer to get ready for the show.
The room filled with laughter and wonder as they flew across the top of the tent. A true sight to behold without the safety of a net. The boy landed on the platform with his parents, a smile a mile wide on his face. He waved down at the crowd below them, getting a few waves back.
His father sat a hand on his shoulder. The boy looked up into the loving gaze of his father. The man chuckled, hugging his son before joining the love of his life. The couple stood together to perform the act that gave the family their name.
He sat down at the edge, watching his parents taken off on the trapeze. The smile quickly fell in terror as the boy watched the line snap. Screams filled the tent. The boy yelled, reaching out his hand. They turned to their son in the air. His mother smiled sadly at him.
The boy flinched, staring in horror. The unmistakable sound of bones snapping echoed through the silence. The boy shook as he scrambled down the ladder. The moment his feet hit the ground, he dashed towards the bodies of his parents, blood pooled around them. The boy fell to his knees next to them. He cried, shaking them, begging them to wake up.
The boy grabbed onto their hands, the warmth leaving them. He felt arms circle around him, dragging him away from his parents. His grip tightened, not wanting to leave them, but the other person was stronger, pulling the unwilling boy away with ease.
He struggled against the person watching the image of his parent's mangled bodies become smaller and smaller as people surrounded them. He finally gave up once they were outside the tent, his energy spent.
He turned towards the person crying into their chest. He looked up after a minute, gasping at the man. The man was missing an eye covered slightly by his sunglasses. The sound of the police siren growing louder had the man getting into action. The man quickly hid behind a trailer with the boy in his arms. The man grinned down at the boy, then disappeared into the darkness.
Richard sat up with a start. Sweat pouring down his back as his heart threatened to beat out of his chest. He sighed, running a hand through his short hair. It has been years since the accident, and the nightmares of that night still plagued his mind.
His hand raised to touch the chain around his neck. His fingers followed the cool metal until they reached the two rings. He clutched them, his breathing slowing before he glanced around the room.
The red light flashed. Its shrill screech filtered through the door to his room meaning that there was a mission for him. He groaned, standing up from the flat cot version of a bed, pain flaring from the whip marks on his back and the bruises that littered his skin. He wiped the tears stains off his cheeks, putting on his uniform. Richard glanced at the small mirror on the wall.
The black and orange leathered armor burned his eyes. The suit had dried blood on it from his last assignment. One more to add to the countless missions that he has been completed. He looked away from the uniform to his face finding the sight unbearable as well. His bright blue eyes had dulled the longer he spent here. Not that he could ever leave. The dark circles grew more prominent with the lack of sleep he's been getting. His skin pale from hardly being allowed outside during the day.
Richard placed the metal mask above his mouth and nose, locking it into place before placing his eye mask over his eyes. Richard was now Renegade, the apprentice of the most feared assassin alive.
Richard quickly holstered his weapons before opening the door, not wanting to leave Deathstroke waiting. He left the room, wandering down the many hallways towards the mission room. When he walked in, Deathstroke was already waiting for him with a file in hand and a stern look on his face.
Richard quickly kneeled in front of him, waiting silently for his instructions. Deathstroke nodded in his approval.
"Last week, someone attempted to assassinate the head of the League of Assassins. The threat was made against the al Ghul family. The attempt was organized, so it has to be from within the organization," Deathstroke said, handing the file to Renegade. "Your assignment is to infiltrate the League and determine if there is a spy. You will be undercover for an unknown time, so don't think of trying anything." Richard was barely able to stop his body from trembling at the menace in his voice.
"You will be briefed upon arrival. Everything you need to know is in the file. You have one hour to pack before your departure. Do not disappoint me, apprentice," Deathstroke said, dismissing him. Renegade stood and couldn't leave the room quick enough to avoid suspicion.
It didn't take him long to pack. Just a few clothes and his spare uniform. Richard didn't pause to cringe as he placed his assortment of weapons into his duffle bag. Weapons that he'd used on missions. He glanced around the room trying to see if he had forgotten anything.
He sighed, turning around, zipping the bag shut. Richard didn't need to look at a clock to know that he had ten minutes until he had to leave.
He glanced at the room one last time before shutting the door behind him, heading to the helicopter pad.
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