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AN – Happy New Year everyone! Warning, this chapter is a fight chapter, so I'm sorry in advance for how bad this might be. I tried my best, but I still suck at fighting scenes. Hope you all like it though! Happy New Year!

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Only an hour later, the Titans found themselves surrounding a large, two-story house in the middle of nowhere. Or more accurately, the middle of a forest near San Francisco. According to Adeline Wilson, this was where Slade was hiding out. And from all the cameras and booby traps they had to avoid on the way here, it seemed she was right. Staring at the house, Dick felt his body try to shake in anticipation but he forced himself to stay still. Though he was nervous and worried about what all could happen, he was ready. So ready, to end this once and for all.

"Wow. Being an assassin must pay very well." Gar said through the small earpieces they were all wearing.

"The people who tend to hire assassin, tend to be extremely rich so yeah, it pays very well." Jason responded.

"Rich people suck." Gar then commented.

"Not all of them, but yeah most do." Jason somewhat agreed. Dick inwardly sighed in relief when no one else spoke. They didn't have time to be distracted by how much money Slade actually made as a hired killer. They needed to be focused on defeating said killer and rescuing his son.

Before they had left, Gar had been all serious and focused. Until of course he saw Wally and Roy in their Flash and Red Arrow uniforms. Then it became obvious that he was inwardly freaking out. He still tried to stay cool though which Dick appreciated. Now however, it seemed like he was starting to get distracted again. Hopefully Kory would be able to keep his mind on the task at hand.

Right after they exited the zeta tube that took them to the outskirts of San Francisco, they all split up. It was easier and far more effective to capture a single person if they were able to surround them. Plus, if one group got in trouble, they would have back up at hand. And on the off chance that Slade managed to subdue all of them, they each had an emergency beacon that would alert the Watchtower directly. Should they ever use it, Bruce, who remained behind as he understood that they wanted to defeat Slade themselves, would immediately know something was wrong and come help.

They split up into groups of three. Kory, Rachel and Gar made one group. Hank, Dawn and Donna were another. Conner was with Jason and Rose. Hopefully with the clone, and the dog Krypto, there, the two troublemakers will be more focused and less likely to do something stupid. And Dick went with Wally and Roy. It might have been a little cowardly, but Dick didn't feel very comfortable around the others right now, to the point he wasn't sure if they would have his back and that would only mess with his head. He needed to be focused on taking down Slade and helping Jericho. And he only felt capable of that with Red Arrow and the Flash.

Of course there was a slight downside. They were relying heavily on stealth and Wally and Roy's suits weren't the best for that. Wally's was bright red with gold linings. Roy's was a little better. It was both red and black. While the black would help hide him in the shadows, the red was nearly as bright as Wally's. Dick's new suit was the darkest of them.

It was completely black with the exception of a blue bird emblem with its wings spread out to his shoulders before going around to his back. The armour was kevlar mixed with spandex which allowed him to move far more freely than his Robin suit ever did. Especially since it didn't have the added weight of a cape. And instead of the bo, he had two escrima sticks, roughly the length of his forearm, that could electrify people. He didn't know if they would be strong enough to take down Slade, but he had teammates to help with that, including one who could literally throw lightning.

Despite that, Dick, Wally and Roy would be the ones going first. Kory, Gar, and surprisingly, Donna and Rachel argued with that decision. They believed that since they had powers, they should be the ones to go first. Dick however knew his presence would definitely get Slade's attention and keep it the longest. And Kory, Gar and Rachel didn't have protective suits like he did. Well, neither did Conner but considering the fact he seemed to be as bulletproof as Superman, he didn't need them. They didn't have time to make them their own suits, so they grabbed some body armour that was lying around, but they weren't as good as actual suits. Because of that, they reluctantly agreed to Dick's plan.

"Anybody got eyes on Deathstroke?" Dick asked, hoping to get everyone's attention back on the mission.

"Yeah, he's in the living room, by the window." Hank answered, causing Dick to try looking more to the left where the window that was most likely in Hawk's line of sight.

"What's he doing?" Wally then inquired.

"I think he's trying to get himself drunk." Hank replied, sounding both confused and amused.

"You think he knows we're here?" Roy questioned. Normally when a person knew they were about to be attacked, they wouldn't be sitting around drinking, but Slade wasn't normal.

"No clue, but the longer we stay around doing nothing, the more likely he'll figure it out." Dick responded. Pulling his escrima sticks out of their holders on his back, he asked, "So, are we ready?"

Everyone said 'yes' and Dick reached into a pocket in his belt and pulled out a small, black device with a single button. Staring up at the house, he pressed his thumb down on the button and watch as the lights shut off, making the house dark. Though he wasn't inside, the vigilante knew that anything and everything electrical was now off. Even if Slade had a back up generator, it wouldn't work. Slade was literally and figuratively in the dark.

"Okay, go." Dick whispered to Wally, who nodded and vanished as he ran into the house. His job was to do a quick search of the house to make sure there were no surprises waiting for them.

Within seconds, the speedster was back as though he never left. Looking at Dick, he said, "All clear."

"Let's move." Dick ordered and the three stalked into the house as silently as they could.

Wally led the way. Because of his search only moments ago, he knew exactly where Slade was. They all stuck close the walls in the hall, hiding as best as they could in the shadows. They paused however when a knife went flying right past Wally's head before sticking into the behind him.

He knows, Dick immediately realized, fear starting to sink into his body. He knew that Slade would almost instantly figure out that someone was breaking into his home, but he hoped they'd get to him before he was able to react. They would have to improvise. Dick gave Wally a nod and received a nod back. After growing up together and partnering up on several missions, they were able to communicate with only expressions. Not as well as Dick and Bruce could, but well enough. Without a word, Wally sped ahead of the bird and archer. Dick and Roy waited until they heard a thump before heading into the room Slade was apparently in.

Entering the room, Dick saw Slade getting up, having apparently been pushed to the floor, sword and knife in his hands. Apparently they were as sneaky as they thought they would. Or Slade was just one of those men prepared for everything. Maybe both. Both actually sounded like Slade.

Dick expected Wally to still be there, keeping him down or something. But he wasn't in sight. There was however, blood on the knife that Slade was holding and Dick's vision started to turn as red as the blood dripping from the metal blade. He was about to run at the man but Roy was already moving. Slade threw the knife at him though, forcing Roy to duck and Slade turned his attention to Dick,

"You." Slade hissed, gripping his sword tightly in his hands, murder in his eyes.

Instead of letting any fear he might have show, Dick smirked and said, "Me."

Slade immediately charged at him, bringing his sword down to hit Dick's shoulder. Dick however brought up one of his escrima sticks and blocked the blow. At the same time, he slammed his other escrima stick into the mercenary's side and pressed the button, letting electricity flow through Slade's body. He only did it for a minute though. He didn't know how much Jericho could feel and he didn't want to him. He had hurt him enough.

Pulling his weapon away, Dick watched Slade stumble back a little, clearly feeling the effects of the electricity. Slade shook it off far more quickly and moved to attack again, but at Wally suddenly ran past him, kicking a leg out and causing Slade to fall to a knee. And before Slade could react, an arrow flew through the air and landed in the floor before it caused a loud bang, disorientating the man. Dick glanced behind him and saw Roy loading another arrow into his bow. The sight of his two best friends covering his back brought a small smile onto his face before he turned his attention back to Slade.

Slade however, recovered far quicker than Dick could've predicted. He had reached over to the nearest cabinet, opened the drawer and was pulling something out. Before Dick could move, he threw the device on the ground, causing a loud bang and smoke to immediately fill the room.

Coughing, Dick crouched down to try and see where Slade was now as the smoke began to rise. During that time though, Slade had managed to get over to him and went to kick him right in the head. Dick barely had time duck and twist out of the way. While he missed the kicked, Slade attempted to stab him with his sword at the same time. Since Dick moved though, the sword just made a shallow, yet painful, gash right about his left hip.

With a groan, Dick turned on one of his escrima sticks and slammed it into Slade's ankle. Slade let out a surprised shout but then, Dick pulled his weapon away, grabbed the assassin's leg and pulled, causing him to fall flat on his back. He then started to get back up to his feet, biting back the pain in his side, but at the same time, Slade was also standing up. Dick was really starting to hate the man's super endurance and healing abilities. If he was a normal human, this would be so much easier.

"Dick!" The former Robin heard Rachel's voice shout. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and he instinctively ducked down. It was a good thing he did because only a second later, something black shot over him and hit Slade square in the chest, pushing him back several feet.

Glancing over his shoulder, Dick saw Rachel, Kory and Gar spill out from the hallway, followed immediately by Hank, Dawn, Donna, Jason, Rose and Conner. While he, Wally and Roy were to try and take down Slade, they were supposed to be taking care of the exits, weapons and any means of escape Slade might have. After everything, the last thing anyone wanted was Slade to slip right threw their fingers. Hoping that they weren't going to do anything stupid, Dick turned his attention back to Slade who was again, starting to get back, clearly not anywhere close to surrendering. Not that Dick really expected him to.

"Jericho." Dick called out causing Slade to freeze. Taking a small step closer to the assassin, he added, "I know you're in there Jericho."

Slade charged right at him as he yelled, "Don't talk to him! You don't have the right to talk to him!"

Dick moved to the side just as something that looked a lot like laser beams shot through the air at Slade, forcing him to stop and get out of the way. Dick went to go attack him, hoping to keep his attention on him instead of the others. Before he could take a step though, Slade threw another smoke grenade down, forcing everyone back.

Dick took a few steps backward so his back was against the wall. A slightly dangerous move but at least his enemy wouldn't be able to sneak up on him. And he didn't. Slade came straight at him, sword at the ready, aiming straight for his heart.

"Jericho, we need you to fight him." Dick said, ducking from Slade's sword.

"Stop talking to him!" Slade shouted, swinging his sword at Dick's neck in an almost clumsy attempt to cut his head off. The vigilante easily moved out of the way and slammed his escrima stick against the assassin's leg.

"We can help you Jericho. Please let us help you." Dick continued, stepping back slightly to give Slade a movement to recover. As much as he wanted to beat the h*ll out of Slade, he was still trying to keep from hurting Jericho.

Slade practically growled at him, clearly furious, but his eye was clouded. Oh yes, Jericho was obviously still in there and was trying to take cover his father's body. And with the way Slade was trying to force him back, Dick was fairly confident that Jericho wanted their help. That he was on their side, even though they didn't deserve it.

Slade was still the main one in control though and he was now currently getting back up. Dick held on to his escrima sticks tightly, ready to fight, although it wasn't needed. Donna swung out her golden lasso, the end wrapping around Slade's neck like a noose, then pulled it taunt. The criminal twisted his body and brought up his sword, trying to cut the magical rope. Seeing that, Hank lunged forward and kicked the weapon out of his hand. Not wanting to risk Slade getting free, Dick pulled out a syringe filled with a sedative and injected it into his neck. In less than a minute, Slade fell to the floor, completely unconscious.

"Dick?" Rachel's worried voice called out.

Standing up straight, biting back a wince as the movement pulled at his injury, he looked at his teammates and said, "We got him."

AN – Writing a fight scene is hard for me. Writing one that has multiple people fighting one person and trying to include them all is way worse. I hope it all made sense and that you guys like it though. See you all next time!