Again, sorry for the wait, but my computer's screen got messed up. I was computerless for a few days. :,(

BUT I'm back now. Yay!

So, this is the uniform chapter. Dun dun duuuuuhhhhhh. Unfortunately, no guests yet.

Question: Al Ghuls or Hive Five first? Or some other random villain?

Enjoy the chapter! No action, but it's important all the same.

Once Jason had left, Nightwing turned towards Slade. "So, what now?" He asked cheerfully. Slade frowned slightly. "Now, the vacation ends." He turned and began walking down the hallway. "I have several meetings scheduled for the next few days; you don't have to be present for most of them, but I suspect you will want to be for a few of them. And for that, you need a uniform."

"Which you've made already." Nightwing assumed. "If it's orange, I swear I will shred it, burn it, and dance on it's ashes. I hate orange." He knew it would be orange. After all, those were Slade's colors. Slade just rolled his eye and muttered something under his breath. "What was that?" Nightwing asked innocently. Slade ignored him.

They walked down the hallway for a minute or two before reaching a door that Nightwing hadn't seen before. Slade typed a code in the keypad next to the door and stood aside to let Nightwing precede him into the room. Nightwing warily walked in and turned on the light. His jaw dropped open when he saw the suit on a mannequin in front of him. It, more than anything else, showed him that Slade really was changing and listening to him instead of trying to just bulldoze over his will.

The suit in front of him had no trace of orange on it, which was a miracle. It didn't have an overabundance of armor, either. There were armored pads on the shoulders, elbows, and thighs, yes, but not much more than that. The suit was blue, silver, and black. The pants were black with a silver stripe running vertically down the sides. A blue stripe ran diagonally down the top, with a silver stripe to each side. The rest was black, with some more silver stripes running down the arms. Black gloves, of course, with silver pads at the fingertips. A weapons belt was slung diagonally across the chest, running through the middle of the diagonal blue stripe. What looked suspiciously like a gun belt was fastened around the waist. There was no emblem of any kind on the uniform, not even a little silver 'S'.

Slade crossed the room and opened a drawer, tossing Nightwing a bag. He opened it and pulled out a mask. Like Slade's it was metal, but would only cover half his face rather than the whole. It was blue, with what looked like strange silver cloth over the eyes. The light shimmered off of the fabric, creating waring patterns of light and shadow. Nightwing could only imagine how disconcerting it would be if someone was staring into the eyeholes, especially if he was glaring. He blinked and looked up at Slade.

"…wow." He said quietly. "No orange."

"Yes." Slade looked at him, trying to discern his feelings. "What do you think?"

Nightwing stared blankly for another moment before a huge grin split his face. "I love it, actually." He said casually. "So long as you don't actually expect me to stick a gun in that belt."

"Perhaps one filled with blanks, for appearances?" Slade asked innocently. Nightwing glared. "No. guns." He said seriously. "It's not gonna happen. Ever." In reality, the gun thing was his biggest bargaining chip. Slade would do almost anything to get Nightwing to use a gun. Nightwing would keep that chip in case something cataclysmic arrived. You never know what might happen. Plus, using a gun would be betraying Bruce, and he couldn't do that just yet.

He looked over at Slade. "So, did you think of a name?" Slade shrugged. "I thought perhaps you would want to choose it. Hence the lack of emblems on the suit."

Nightwing thought for a moment. but really, he already knew. "Renegade." He said almost immediately. Slade raised an eyebrow. "That was fast." "…. I may or may not have already put some thought into it." Nightwing said sheepishly. Slade's eye widened. That was more than he could have hoped for; Nightwing had really been thinking about it, even when he wasn't with Slade? He shook himself out of his thoughts. "Well, go on." He gestured towards the suit. "Put it on. There's a bathroom over there." Nightwing looked at him with an odd expression before moving forward and taking the suit off the mannequin. He disappeared into the bathroom.

Slade leant back and thought. Well, that had gone well. Nightwing had actually liked the suit, so it seemed that Slade hadn't been too far off the mark. He had been afraid that Nightwing would have wanted to design his own suit, but they didn't have time for that at the moment. At the very least, he didn't seem to loath it like he had the first uniform. Thinking of it made Slade wince. That hadn't been one of his brightest ideas, but then again, at that point he had still been going with the impressment technique. He hadn't thought about Nightwing himself, as a person. Now that he was, he was making more progress. These next few days would be even more of a test, both of Slade and Nightwing; Nightwing, because he would actually have to act like the villain he hopefully would become, and Slade, because he had to show Nightwing that he wasn't going to overpower him, even when they were acting like a mentor and apprentice.

He was jolted out of his thoughts by a soft cough. He looked over to the side and was confronted by Renegade. Renegade, because this obviously wasn't Nightwing; he knew that it was, of course, but he could still hardly recognize the man. He looked intimidating, dangerous, and, frankly, like a villain. The transformation was amazing. Renegade himself had had similar thoughts when he looked at himself in the mirror. He doubted that even Bruce would recognize him immediately. In that uniform, he was a villain, on the outside at least. He was Renegade.

Slade blinked a few times. "…Well." He said finally. "That should be adequate, for now at least." Renegade smirked at him, seeing through his nonchalant attitude. "No need to be all nonchalant." He teased. He turned in a slow circle. "I hate to admit it, but it's pretty awesome. Mind if I steal some ideas for my Nightwing suit?" Slade shrugged. Hopefully, after this, there would be no Nightwing suit.

"Our first guest will arrive in about an hour." He said. "I would suggest getting acquainted with your new uniform. Be in the kitchen in forty five minutes."

The Titans had questioned Adeline thoroughly, gleaning as much information as possible from her. After they were done, it was Batman's turn. Unfortunately, Addie hadn't been able to pinpoint one specific base that she thought Slade would be in. She had pinpointed several bases across the U.S. and a few in Europe. Superman was deploying teams from the Watchtower to search them. And Batman was still stuck in Titan's Tower, going through file after file, itching to get his hands on the man who had taken his son. And if that wasn't enough, Arkham had had a breakout. Again. He had sent Robin back to Gotham, and he, Batgirl, and Artemis were working together to round them all up.

Batman felt a faint rush of wind as air was displaced by Jason's sudden arrival.

"Red-X." He greeted. "Why are you here? I thought you wanted to keep far away from us."

"I do." X shifted nervously. "I just… Goldie's fine, Bruce."

Batman looked up sharply. "You spoke to him? You know where he is?"

"Um… yes and no. I sorta blackmailed Slade into bringing me to talk to him, but he didn't let me see where he took me."

"But you saw Dick." That was the important thing right now. He needed to know that Dick was alright, that he wasn't being hurt or tortured or anything. Jason apparently sensed that.

"He's fine. Happy as he could be, give the circumstances. He won't be hurt or anything Bruce. Worst come to worst, he becomes a villain, but he won't be dead, and he'll be happy. Anyway, he's completely unharmed, feels a bit guilty about disappearing so soon after you two made up, but he's not going to break the rules."

"He's alright." Batman breathed. That had been what was worrying him most. He wasn't totally convinced that Slade meant him no harm.

"Well enough to ask me to bring him cookies, anyway." X rolled his eyes. "He says hi. So, I just wanted you to know. I'm going to leave now."

"Jason." X paused with his hand halfway to the teleport button on his belt. "Thank you." Batman said softly. X nodded. "No prob."

He disappeared, leaving his father alone one more.

I couldn't just leave DaddyBats hanging. His relief is kinda messing with his interrogation habits right now, but rest assured he'll be trying to call Jason for interrogation later and Jason will cheerfully ignore him. I think this is it for Jason for a while, unless I include a scene where Jason actually delivers cookies, which would be fun XD

Dick has just crossed an important line here, people- he's actually accepted the role of Renegade, a villain. LE GASP! But it was going to happen. He's not going full villain yet, but he's getting there.

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