I am so, so, so sorry that this took so long. I must guiltily confess that working on my new oneshot kinda took all of my attention and I didn't even look at this for a few days. Sorry. On the other hand, go check out the one shot! It's about the team playing Apples to Apples, 'cause that game's awesome. It's called That Crazy Game in the YJ section.

Back to this story.

Ok, so overwhelmingly people wanted to see Dick with a concussion. So, here's Dick with a concussion! Sorry if it disappoints.

DISCLAIMER: See all previous chapters. It hasn't changed.

In Slade's opinion, they were lucky to finally get home without any more trouble, something he was very glad about. It had been an far too long day. He was looking forward to picking the brains of his apprentice after the revelation of his identity- well, one of them, anyway. In any case, he was curious about how the first Robin had ended up in Jump City as Nightwing, far away from Daddy-Bats, and they hadn't really talked about much of anything yet relating to the revelation, other than the basics.

As soon as they got back to the base, Renegade disappeared to change out of the uniform. Slade followed his example. They both met back in the living room. Slade was sitting on the couch composing a list of questions in his head. Renegade hesitated by the door but finally sighed and sat on the couch next to him. He looked at Slade resignedly. He knew what was coming. Sure enough, Slade began asking him questions about his past.

"So, you were the original Robin, Red-X was the second."

"Yes. Didn't we go through that already?"

"Just making sure. So, how did the original Robin end up in Jump, so far away from Gotham?"

Renegade sighed. Of course Slade started with one of the most difficult questions. He hesitated for a moment, wondering how much to tell him. Finally, he resigned himself to his fate and answered the question.

"We were growing apart." He said softly. Slade immediately interpreted 'we' as Renegade and Batman. "We were having differences of opinion… I didn't agree with some of his methods. Eventually, it just got so to be so much… I couldn't take it anymore. I was going to go insane if I stayed there any longer. So I left. I didn't want Batman to drag me bag to Gotham, so I didn't tell him. I didn't tell him where I was going or when. I changed my superhero ID to Nightwing and didn't use my civilian one. I became a hero full time. I separated the Titans from the League because I knew that if we had close contact someone would figure it out- Wonder Woman did as soon as she saw me that day. That's why I gained a reputation of hating the League, when really it was the complete opposite. I missed them all a lot, but I couldn't tell any of them because if I did they would tell Batman."

Slade was silent for a moment, processing what he had just learned. "That explains the League." He said, "but what about that team of heroes?"

Renegade shrugged and grinned. "I was one of the founding members of that team." He said proudly. "Young Justice. Aqualad, Kid Flash and I created it after we rescued Supeboy from Cadmus. Miss Martian joined after that, Artemis a few missions later. Zatanna joined after her father… well, she joined the team after a particular mission. We were like family…. I missed them most of all. Zatanna was the only one I had any contact with, but she still didn't know where or who I was."

"And when you brought them to the Tower they found out…"

"I told Artemis in the warehouse to make her trust us. Miss Martian figured it out and told Aqualad and Superboy. Zatanna figured it out when I gave her a replacement for the communicator we'd been using to keep in contact with each other, and we made Kid Flash suffer for a while before we told him."

"Why did the League get involved?"

"The team was a subset of the League, not to mention most of the team were the protégées of League members. So when the bioship was registered in Jump and none of the Team would answer their communicators- because they'd been destroyed by your robots, so thanks for that- they came to Jump to make sure everyone was ok. Like I said, Wonder Woman recognized me, and the rest is history."

Slade nodded. "Hm. Batman asked you to return with him to Gotham?"

"Not in so many words, but I knew he wanted me to. I wanted to too. I missed Gotham, as weird as that may seem. Before you even ask, no, I won't tell you who he is, no, I won't tell you who anyone else is, and no, I will not tell you any League secrets. Period."

Slade grimaced, but knew that he should have expected that. Renegade may trust him and be willing to work with him, but he was still loyal to the heroes. "Fine." He said, getting up. "Well, I'm sure I'll have some more questions later, but for now, how about a spar?"

Renegade grinned. "Sure."

Of course, not even a spar could be simple anymore. They had been working for an hour, hitting and dodging and kicking and, well, enjoying themselves, when Slade landed a lucky hit. Unfortunately, said lucky hit was a bit more powerful than it should have been for a spar, and Renegade was sent flying and hit his head on the wall. Normally, that wouldn't be much of an issue, but when Renegade got up he started swearing. At least, Slade assumed he was swearing because of his tone, but he wasn't sure because it was in a different language, that damn language that no one would explain to him.

Renegade didn't seem to want to stop swearing to explain though.

Finally, he seemed to lose steam and stopped swearing. He glared at Slade and snapped something, still speaking in that language.

"I have no idea what you just said, since you refuse to tell me what language that is." Slade informed him. Renegade blinked and looked confused for a moment. He said tentatively said something, looking at Slade with an eyebrow raised. Slade shook his head.

Renegade groaned and started going through his list of explicatives again.

Jason supposed that it was too much to hope that he would be left alone for once.

Almost as soon as he'd left Gotham and returned to his home in Jump, Slade had showed up. Terrific.

"What do you want?" Jason snapped, pushing past him to slump on the couch. "Jeez, I'm pretty sure Goldie promised that I wouldn't need to be involved in all of this…"

Slade shrugged. "I am not aware of his promises, nor am I obligated to honor them." He drawled, "but I am in need of your help."

Jason looked at him and groaned. "What did Goldie do now?"

Slade and Jason returned to find Renegade and Wintergreen in the kitchen. As they entered, Wintergreen asked Renegade something about dinner, and Renegade wrote out a reply on a sheet of paper next to him and handed it to the man. Slade stared. Renegade had kept trying to talk to him in that language for almost half an hour before Slade had finally given up and gone to get Jason, since he could speak the language.

"Why didn't you just do that with me?" Slade demanded. Renegade shrugged and smirked.

"He told me it was more fun to tease you." Wintergreen said with a slight smile. "Apparently, he's a bit of a prankster." Renegade nodded solemnly. Sure you know what you're getting in to? He wrote.

Slade huffed and turned towards Jason. "He hit his head and has a concussion. We need you to translate."

Jason shrugged and sat down next to Renegade. He said something to him in whatever language they were using, and Renegade responded in kind, glancing towards Slade and laughing a little. Soon, the two were deep in a conversation Slade really wished he could understand.

Looking up, he met Wintergreen's laughing eyes. "Are you sure that helped us, or did it just make it worse?" He asked the irate villain. Slade just scowled.

Jason and Dick talked about a lot of nothing for a while, but finally Jason turned serious. He glanced over at Slade and Wintergreen who were conducting their own conversation before he turned back to Dick.

"You need to make a decision." He said. "Batsy and all of them are getting close."

"How long until they find us?" Renegade asked. He needed to know how much time he had, to think, to plan, to decide.

"A week, maybe less. You need to figure out what you're going to do. Are you going to stay with Slade, or are you going to go back to the heroes?"

Renegade didn't have an answer.

Two days later, Slade was conducting another lesson on robotics. He was coaching Renegade through something that he already knew, but Slade didn't know that. Renegade still hadn't told him everything about his abilities.

Slade kept repeating the instructions, and it was seriously ticking Renegade off. He knew how to do this, but Slade wouldn't stop trying to teach him.

"I know, Slade." He snapped, after the villain tried to repeat it yet again. He was shocked when Slade actually stopped talking. Mentally, he ran through what had just happened.

"Oh, thank god." Jason muttered from where he had been leaning on the wall. "It's about time, Goldie. Can I leave now that he can speak English again?"

Slade nodded absently and Jason left, muttering under his breath about annoying heroes and villains who would not leave him alone. Slade waited a few moments before restarting the lesson.

Later, Renegade laid back on his bed and wondered about what he would choose when the League found him. Maybe it was time to have a serious conversation with Slade.

Yeah, it's a bit choppy, but whatevs.

So, seriously now, we're winding down. The story is actually going to end soon-ish. I don't actually have it planned, so I'm not sure how many more chapters, but we're on the home stretch people. Get ready.

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