So, so sorry about the delay! I have no excuse. I just couldn't bring myself to type.

So, the continuation of Renegade vs. Joker- the results! There's a bit of Tim at the top, and then it goes to Renegade. Enjoy!

Oh, italics equals Romani, if you don't remember.

Disclaimer: Yeah, no. Have I used this one already?

Tim was completely confused. It probably didn't help that he'd been electrocuted and that Joker had probably filled him up with unidentified drugs and that he was halfway to insanity. He was tempted to think that he had been hallucinating, but he was fairly sure that even his mind, half broken as it was, couldn't have come up with whatever the heck had just happened.

He had been Joker's 'guest' for three days, and had been hoping against hope that Batman would come to save him. As time went on, Batman turned to anyone, just help me. The last person he'd been expecting was his brother. His kidnapped brother. Using a gun. Actually, scratch that. The last person he'd been expecting was Slade, his brother's kidnapper. And if Slade was there, that meant that Dick had convinced him to rescue him. Which could only mean bad things. Dick had mentioned that they made another deal; the price must have been steep.

Later, Tim would realize that it was actually kind of obvious what Dick had given up, given the fact that they had come to rescue Robin. He realized that Slade would only do that if Nightwing had given him a real reason why he had to do it. At the moment, though, he was alone in a warehouse after being tortured by the Joker for three days and had just been rescued by his missing brother and his this-close-to-being-a-psychopath villain captor. Forgive him if he wasn't thinking clearly.

Tim had just gathered up enough strength to shakily stand and take a few tentative steps towards the communicator Dick had dropped when Batman dropped from the ledge where Slade and Dick had been, Superman following behind. Batman landed in a crouch and looked around the room, eyes widening when he saw Tim.

"Robin?" He asked, sounding happy and relieved and heartbroken and disappointed all at the same time. Well, actually he sounded monotone like usual, but Tim could tell. So could Superman, if he wasn't so busy being confused.

Robin blinked at him. "Bruce." He whispered, then flung himself forward into Batman's arms. Tears rose unbidden into his eyes. Batman cradled the boy close to his chest for a few moments, feeling one burden lift off his shoulders. Unfortunately, there were still quite a few more.

While the two Bats had embraced, Superman moved forward to secure the Joker (while noting the bullet wounds) and after to begin inspecting the communicator. It was obviously Dick's- there was a small Superman symbol on the back of the cover. Dick had originally done it as a prank for Batman, to see how long it would take for him to notice, but after that first one had been lost/destroyed in an explosion, Dick stuck a new sticker on the cover of the new communicator. And the one after that. And the one after that. He put it on all of the many, many communicators that followed the first, mostly because it really did bother Bruce even if he acted like it didn't. In this case, it also helped to confirm that it really was Dick's, and that it wasn't just a trick. He said as much once the Bats had separated.

Batman wordlessly held out a hand. Superman dropped the communicator into his grasp and watched as he inspected it and came to the same conclusions. Batman also noticed that the GPS had originally been manually disabled within the communicator itself, rather than the signal simply being blocked. That meant that Dick himself must have disabled it, as Slade would not have known enough about the comm to do it.

Which then brought around the question as to how said communicator had ended up, reactivated, in the warehouse by Robin. The answer was provided by Robin himself.

"Dick was here." He said quietly. "He stopped Joker. Slade- Slade was here too."

Which made no sense. Again, Robin answered the unspoken question.

"Dick told me he made another deal. I think… I think he promised to use a gun in exchange. And maybe told him about being Robin?" He continued uncertainly.

That made more sense. He and Superman exchanged a look. "Dick did that to Joker?" Superman murmured with an odd look.

Batman was incredibly frustrated. Dick had been right there, and they had missed him. For the moment, however, he would focus on Tim (aka, make use he was alright and then interrogate him). At least Bruce now knew where one of his sons were. The thought of his sons made him think of Jason. He should probably inform Jason about what had happened. At the very least, Jason could tell them more about the gunshot wounds, and what that meant for Dick.

"Should we put out a sweep for them?" Superman asked. Maybe they could catch up to Dick and Slade if they had enough people looking. Batman shook his head. "They'll be long gone by now. Slade wouldn't have agreed if he didn't have a quick escape route."

Batman wrapped an arm around Tim and helped him stand. Together, the three heroes left the building.

Contrary to what Batman thought, Slade and Renegade hadn't actually gone very far- just a few rooftops away, where Renegade could watch with a pair of binoculars and make sure that Robin got out alright. When he saw the three leave, he slowly lowered the binoculars and sighed. "Thank you." He told Slade quietly. "I don't want to think of what could have happened to him if we hadn't rescued him."

Slade leaned against the wall next to him. "My pleasure." He returned. "I was impressed with your marksmanship. You hit Joker in two places that would cause incredible pain but not much lasting damage. Those aren't the points I would've chosen, but nonetheless impressive shots."

Renegade nodded once, acknowledging the compliment. He may have had to use a gun, but he wasn't killing yet. Slade turned away and walked to the other end of the roof to grab his stuff. Renegade began to gather all of his stuff in preparation to leave when he heard a new voice from behind him.

"Well well well, look what the cat dragged in. Hello, Kitten."

Renegade turned, a smile spreading across his face. "Hey, Selina. How'd you recognize me?" Catwoman shrugged. "I've known you for a long time, kitten. Plus, you were just talking about your brother. What's this about a gun?"

"It's a long story. It's really nice to see you Selina. Have you- no Slade, it's fine, you don't need to kill/knock her out!"

Slade lowered the gun. "Really." He said flatly. "I haven't gone through all this to be caught now." Slade really, really just wanted to get to the base before the heroes could track them down. Catwoman did not factor into that. Everyone knew she was close to the Bat. He wouldn't have killed her, but he wasn't telling them that.

Catwoman looked a little insulted. "I am still a villain, you know. I won't tell Batsy anything until you've had plenty of time to get away. I just want to make sure kitten's alright."

"Kitten?" Slade inquired, relaxing a little. Renegade flushed. "It's an old nickname. From when I was, like, 10. Shut up."

Slade rolled his eye. "Has everyone in both the hero and villain worlds developed a soft spot for you?" He asked, half sincere and half sarcastic. Renegade thought for a moment. "Um… pretty much."

"There's alway Two-Face." Selina pointed out. "He really doesn't like you. And what about Black Mask?"

"He's more Jason than me. Yeah, Two-Face and I don't get along. Other than that, though…"

Slade shook his head in astonishment. Renegade apparently had connections to everyone. He could easily have taken over the world by then if he hadn't been restricted by morals and the Bat. Oh well. That would be remedied soon.

Selina and Renegade chatted for a few more minutes, catching up on gossip and not talking about anything in particular. Then, when Slade was beginning to get impatient, Selina switched to Romani.

"Are you sure you'll be alright?" She asked. Renegade looked surprised, but not as much as Slade. Slade's surprise soon changed to irritation though. What language was this, and why could everyone but he speak it?

"I'll be fine, don't worry. When did you learn Romani?" He asked. Selina smirked. "Bruce taught me. It was going to be a surprise for you, someone else to talk to, but you left before I could show it off." She pouted. "What should I tell your dad?"

Renegade hesitated. "Whatever you think is best." He finally answered. "Tell him I'm sorry about the gun, too. Make sure Timmy's alright?"

"Of course." Selina switched back to english, signaling the end of that conversation. She quickly moved forward and gave him a hug. "Take care, kitten. Come visit sometime!" She winked at him and disappeared. Renegade turned to face an inquisition from Slade. He smiled.

"She's an old friend. Yes, she knows who I am. She recognized me even in the new costume. She won't tell Batman anything big. And no, I won't tell you what language that was. I need some secrets, after all." He rattled off, predicting all of Slade's question. Said super villain sighed. "Fine. Lets just get back to the base."

He turned and disappeared off the roof. Renegade followed after.

He'd given up some of his secrets, rescued Robin, used a gun, talked to Selina, seen Bruce and Clark from a distance, and annoyed Slade several times over. Not too bad for a day in the life of Richard Grayson aka Dick Grayson aka Robin the first aka Nightwing aka Renegade. Wow, that was a lot of IDs.

He left Gotham once more, not knowing who he would be if he returned. If he returned.

Because they're in Gotham and I can't let Dick leave Gotham without seeing Selina. And Slade's paranoid :D

um... probably one more chapter about the fallout from all this, and then... I have to figure out the 'and then'.

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