Click, Clack, Crack, Snap

by Candy3314

Raised with the mentor Slade instead of Batman, Robin is now Ravager, an infamous criminal that, under the strict control of his mentor, pulls off studious tasks and crimes against humanity. But what is to come as the Batman himself challenges Ravager's ethics, and perhaps one day, will pull him to the side of justice?... Not if Slade can help it.

3. Gator's Game

Pffft, updating? That's for losers... (jkjk im actually a no-good-douche) Enjoy!

"Listen, Deathstroke, I-" The skinny, binocular man swayed in his over-sized suit. He seemed busy, or perhaps, trying to allude my attention from him, but that was only a thought as his sweaty, shaky appearance and scrambling upon his lab desk said differently to his work ethic currently. "I won't let it happen again."

"Oh yes, I know there won't be an 'again', Doctor Chang," I said threateningly, crossing my arms.

He paused at this, and his brows crinkled upward in the surprise that couldn't be seen through his goggles. He then flinched into defense. "You can't seriously believe that such a fluke would hardly call for you to-"

"Relax, I was merely referring to our partnership... See this as our last conference."

He smiled, his face a little too eager to snap back, "Partnership?!" He laughed a bit, shaking his head. "This was no partnership, Slade."

I felt something spark inside me at the name. Everyone knew it, I had been outed a long time ago. I didn't care then (though it was mildly inconvenient), and I don't care now, but we were upon no personal level for that term.

"We both know you're a solo act," he stopped speaking a moment, eyes going critical, judging, and off to the side as if inspecting something in thought, "along with that boy of yours."

Another spark lit inside at the utterance of my apprentice. This man was clearly over-estimating his immunity. Most people I worked with had the smarts to never mention, or even acknowledge, my apprentice. It was a subject never touched upon, because it was clearly my business- business they had no need to know about. Then there was the curious bastards like Raul Al Ghul who wanted to know everything, but I only worked with him if I had to, and I usually was able to keep Ravager away from most of the foreign affairs. Too bad he was so talkative when he had the chance to be.

"Call it what you like, fact is, I want you permanently out of any and all of my business. Because if I ever have to have a confrontation with you again-" He was completely still, attentive to me, and easy to intimidate. "-I'll simply dispose of you."

Chang was troubled by this, and openly wanted to retort back, but his gapping, fish mouth closed and he nodded, looking away.

I waited for what I thought was an exceptional amount of time for him to give any more input (which was about five seconds; if it was important enough that's all he needed), before almost leaving the chat. He exclaimed before I could, though.

"Slade-"

I had had about enough of his ignorance and glared densely into his leaden gaze. He instantly caught on and corrected himself, "Deathstroke, I was thinking... How 'bout a farewell proposition?" He smiled encouragingly. "For old time's sake."

So he wished to depart on good circumstances then? I didn't see the doubt in it, as I'd only benefit from whatever favor he had in mind.

I leaned forward, twisting my fingers together in eerie reflection. "I'm listening," I said as he sat in anticipation.

He practically sagged in relief which I smirked at. It was a sure sign of submission and gave me the ok for complete control. Mr. Chang really did have things to learn when it came to this business. I'd never come into touch of a laboratory that had enough experience for the formality however, so I was used to the naivety. I only invested in low ranking operations, with workers that were promising, but didn't work for any big names. Big names meant they had connections and I liked to have a clean start with people; it made things so much less complicated. But that also came with having to cope with amateurs, so I moved from each dealer regularly when one managed to mess up enough. Like, for example, releasing a highly toxic chemical that isn't even yours to a teenager who made it into a bike so he could go play freak show in public eye view.

"I was thinking just a simple exchange- a little swap of goods. I, for a couple blueprints, and you, some interesting information."

I cocked an unseen eyebrow at the cryptic explanation. I almost just logged off from the computer in spite of him daring to be sketchy with me after he begged for my attention and I bothered to stay and listen, but I was curious of this 'information' that a novice of his standard had managed to gather. Chang wasn't stupid, either; he knew when he had something of value... most of the time.

"What sort of blueprints?"

"The robot kind," he said, and I was immediately reeled back at the gut he must have had in requesting such a thing. Perhaps he was stupid. Robotics were my specialty, something of great originality and value to all my success... and he wanted the blueprints?

Chang was quick to dash these thoughts he knew were flowing through my mind, and with a waving of his hands, spluttered in fear, "Nothing too big! Just the worker kind. Something that can clean up around the lab- Do menial tasks and the sort."

He waited in anticipation for my answer to this, which I did much quickly afterward (I was already wasting too much time on him), "What sort of information?"

"I know where you can get your hands on some kryptonite," he answered right away, as the sense of my impatience was thickening.

Very interesting... Most supplies of that were owned by either Lex Luther or stored away somewhere amongst undiscovered land. Very hard to come by, and perhaps very useful.

I looked up from my inlaced hands to his waiting goggles. "You have yourself an exchange," I spoke, and he grinned.

"Right on that," he quipped, nodding his head.

My eye narrowed down on him. "... Our last exchange."

He frowned, but nodded once more.

"I'll send the blueprints within the next few hours. I want the information by nightfall," I ordered decisively and he only nodded more and more, going back to his business upon the desk, probably in preparation.

I glanced over his brisk and jerky movements with a trained eye. Seeing the type of situation we were in as of now, it wouldn't hurt to take advantage of it.

"As an afterthought-" He looked up to me from his work. "-I want this location as of now."

He hesitated, but resigned to my wishes, saying in what was supposed to be some exclusive sort of excitement, "The Batman."

I was done with his suspenseful ways, and urged him with a simple harsh look to elaborate. Unlike most goons, I never found Batman as quite endearing as I found him over-rated- For Christ's sake, Gotham was practically infatuated with him!

"The Batman has some. In case of emergencies, I guess, but he always has it on him in a little lead pouch on his belt." He stared aloofly. "I even know where he'll be tonight. Word is he's going to bust Bane's dealers at the Gotham's Gator's game tonight, deep in the headquarters of the stadium."

I nodded to him after this with a quick, "You'll have your blueprints soon enough." and clicked off from the discussion, walking past the screens and operator chair to the training room. I took my own secret entrance into a chamber connected to the training room where the projector tech was held. In there was a one-way mirror to the training room Dick was unaware of, or maybe he was, it didn't matter much when any way it was his duty to put up with it.

As I watched Dick practice a few back flips on the balance beam in quietness, I contemplated tonight's assignment. This was no Ravager-type mission, more of a stint up my alley, or even my cyborgs if I could send out enough of them to overwhelm the Bats, but I'd hate to deal with disposing of the crippled's remains...

Dick began successfully with three swift handsprings before jumping into a double kick maneuver I'd taught him to take out two offenders coming from opposite sides, landing onto the mat with one more flip. I'd have to fix his momentum thing going on; you can never rely on anything for your best performance (even space), that's how weakness is created... relying on things.

My apprentice had intervened with Batman before, even sparred with him, many times. But a head on attack was never the circumstance, and Batman was usually preoccupied with another objective. Ravager was also exceptionally talkative around the hero, which I didn't condone with completely at times, especially when Batman showed a more concerned look about him every run-in. He seemed far too invested in Ravager's business which was my business, and even more so in my apprentice which was on a whole different personal level of my business.

Batman was one of those curious bastards. I got why Raul Al Ghul liked him so much, they were so alike- But of course they covered this nosiness with flattering words such as 'detective' and 'genius'.

I looked at Dick once again, pondering. Maybe he was ready to take on an assignment targeting a person of Batman's reputation. It'd bring him into the light of the League, perhaps, but no longer in a pitiable way. Ravager needed some criminal fame to harden him in other's eyes, no longer a manipulative notoriety label to hang around his neck, having people think they could bend him by his age like the sappy saviors they were.

And with that in mind, I walked into the training room.

You can imagine my surprise when Slade up and gave me a mission not a moment less from when he entered the training room. It must've been last minute, because usually Slade gives a heads up at least. I didn't mind though, anything was better than the inevitable punishments to come with training, and perhaps this would give him some time to cool down from my lateness and give me time to get in on his good side with a job well done.

What you couldn't imagine, however, was my surprise at what this said task was. I was ordered (me, as in moi) to steal from Batman. What was with all these crazy jobs lately? I was real excited though. Like, really excited. And nervous. Like, really nervous.

The mission was tonight, and it was only early morning, but Slade gave me this time to prepare, and I would need it not only physically but emotionally. I was usually pretty good about keeping my wits about me with particularly powerful opponents- opponents that I liked to act like I was in the same league with (sometimes even above), but really wasn't. It made them believe I was though, and sometimes, that's all you need to bring someone down; the illusion that you're better than them.

Like Bane- Man, what a guy. I've had a few encounters with him, each just as terrifying as the next, but with a couple of jokes and well placed electric shots, I've only once been injured by him (broke my arm, he did. What Slade had done to me afterwards was even worse, though). I was lucky, Bats had broken his back by the hands of Bane once, or so I've heard; I don't get out much, or, at least, as much as I would like to.

Back to the topic at hand, I was intimidated by Batman, and I'm not in the least bit ashamed to admit it. Yup, just like all the other crooks in Gotham, my heart always beats a bit faster at the sign of that bat spotlight in the cloudy sky, or his haunting silhouette that shadows you, or even- God forbid- that dang glare he always has on his face when he looks at you.

But I also usually had a pretty good time with him around. He was nice to converse with; intelligent, calm. You don't get that much in Gotham. And here's another thing- I think of it as a kinda little secret I got- He's a sucker for kids, and believe it or not, but I'm a kid, no denying that. I'm thirteen, but of course everyone thinks I'm eight or something with my small stature. It's not like he lets me get away or anything (though I always do), he just takes it a little easy around me. He likes to talk to me, which I wouldn't mind (I don't get to talk to many people), but I can tell he's just fishing for information, trying to figure me out. It pisses me off because I bet he's a real nice guy to have a talk with. He's just that sort of guy, beneath all the dark and cowl... or I at least think so. I don't know what his true identity is or anything. Slade knows, I bet, but he'd have no reason to tell me... but I'm still curious.

Night came all too quickly, and I double checked my utility belt one more time before exiting my room and into the main, circular room. Wintergreen was there, in the kitchen. I couldn't tell what he was doing though. Slade stood right in the middle, arms crossed behind his back and waiting. I approached him.

"Your pick up is at 10 pm- Don't be late," he said, and I almost shivered at the unspoken but clearly emphasized 'again' at the end of the sentence.

I nodded, beginning to walk past him and to the door before he stopped me with his words, "Don't forget this."

I turned slowly, staring knowingly at the object in his hand. I'd purposefully left it out. I reached out, feeling the metallic surface of the gun, checking to make sure the safety was on before I placed it into the furtherest slot of my belt.

Every mission he did that, just silently handed me or strapped the gun to my hip. He acted like it wasn't much- just casually made sure I had it then sat back down on the couch to his work, but it was always silent and he always made sure I had it- It was that silent pressure that made me tense all over.

I didn't say anything, as traditionally, and left.

Getting into the stadium wasn't all that hard (any security that didn't at least match up to the Justice League's was so). The only thing that proved problematic, and by problematic I mean annoying, was the bulk of people around. It was the Gator's first game of the season, and so I had to be extra careful about not being seen. But I'd managed, and was now walking in the cold underground (which was remarkably home-y, if you can imagine) of the stadium's deeper layers. There was a distinct stink of socks surely coming from the training equipment stored in every compartment I'd passed thus far, and I was getting a bit of a headache from the consistency of it all.

Slade had, of course, narrowed down exactly where Bane's bust would be occurring, so all I had to do was follow the beeping of my arm computer until I got there. So as I walked, I began to strategize: All I needed was Batman, so separating us from Bane's men would be most preferable- How I'd exactly do that was the question. I wasn't sure of what type of environment we'd be in at the time, so using my surroundings wouldn't be a stable enough idea. The thought of engaging Batman head on, taking the focus onto me, and therefore giving Bane's men time to escape, was also a faulted one, as Batman was completely unpredictable in that sense. Who would he go after, I wondered, if it were between either me or Bane's men getting away? The more I pondered it, the more I realized I just simply didn't have enough knowledge to be able to accurately predict that, and thus another scraped play. My next idea was to maybe avoid engaging the Bat, and simply let Bane's men do the work for me while I wen't after the pouch on his belt, but to get so close to him undetected... risky.

There wasn't much more time for thinking in the later moment however, as the coil on my arm began beeping erratically, and the next, a loud crash and bright light. Right after this the shatters of cement walls and a black mob of cape and cowl collapsed onto the aftermath of rubble.

I stared in surprise at what had just ensued, glancing into the now gaping hole in the wall and into none other than Bane's beady, destructive eyes. He looked at me with his large (and what seemed like a) lazer gun, considering me, before nodding slowly, grabbing his duffle bags, and leaving the Bat to me, his men stumbling after him right after with wide, unbelieving looks.

I then looked back to the situation at hand. That went... better than expected. Leaning into a crouch by the dismantled body, I observed his state and diminished his injuries to perhaps a nasty headache and bruising, which was surprising to say the least after he'd crashed through the damn wall. Bane's mean looking gun (which definitely didn't fire regular bullets) must have took the real impact with the wall that had it crumbling, and then Batman the fall afterward along with the trauma of what'd happened. Yeah, today was clearly not one of his finest.

I felt a little spooked almost, right then, when I realized how close I was to the Batman's body. The way Batman was held, you'd assume he wasn't human and only realize you'd felt that way when you were faced with his actual living carcass. Almost like meeting a famous singer- it never registers they have the same bodily functions that you do until you're sitting right there in front of them.

I then eerily remembered the feeling of cool metallic in my hands, and immediately I clenched at the thought, looking hard down at the collapsed body in front of me, as if even glancing from him would unleash the bullet in its holster.

I don't know what triggered (pun not intended, I swear) the notion, maybe the looming presence of Slade in my mind, or how I'd just been day dreaming on the dilemma, but I'd conjured it up somehow, and I decided, rather warily, to approach the idea.

Killing Batman would finally bring my killing expectancy to a halt (all out freaking burying it eight feet under the ground style, actually). It'd be a good kill too- killing freaking Batman. He caused all sorts of problems in Slade's exploits... But killing a man already down? Was that dishonorable or something? I didn't think there really was much honor in killing- I mean, you're killing somebody! How polite could you get? Not that I would really know- I don't know much about killing people, really. There was also the fact that killing someone as important as Batman would have its consequences. I'd definitely get the wrath of the whole damn Justice League, and who knows who from his personal life. Maybe even some villains would get pissed, seeing Batman as their own vengeful life to take, and then turn their grudge onto me once he's gone. It was better to just follow Slade's orders, anyway. Don't wanna go about killing people without consulting him first. My time would come. Slade would give that call one day. I wouldn't need to worry about it...

I didn't have much time to brood over it more, as in the next second another super human shot through the wall- or, supers- a whole team, actually.

They were young, was the first thing I noticed, and I didn't recognize any of them, was the second. Or at least that was what I first expected before I caught the eye of a certain traffic light costume.

The one and only Boy fucking Wonder. Great.

"Batman!" was the beginning of Robin's (many) comments that evening, his eyes staring wide at his mentor in worry. His domino mask (which was much like mine), slowly dragged up to me, the figure standing above Batman's defeated and knocked-cold body.

Oh wholly hell, this looked bad.

"Ravager," he seethed with a surprising amount of hate for such a young age, lunging back into a fighting stance, "What did you do?"

"Uh.." I shifted my feet, looking at Batman and then back to him with an equitable innocence, "...nothing?" Well I mean, I did consider murdering him just a few moments ago, but that was only a passing faze, I swear. But now that I thought about it, if I had, y'know, gone through with it, and Robin had walked in- Oh, it'd be bad.

Robin growled, feet grinding harder into the floor, biting his lips fierily- He'd always been feisty.

Robin had been in this business just a few years less than me. He wasn't too impressive, but damn, he threw some mean punches. His acrobatics could get him from place to place, but over all he lacked in the department (at least compared to me), and his tendency to get caught up in his positively endless fury eliminated his clear mind on the field or trustworthy smarts, but he was relatively clever so it wasn't like he was an idiot or anything, he just... wasn't up to Batman standards of what you'd expect from his apprentice. In fact, you'd first get a look at Robin's fighting style and think he played for the other team... the villains, I mean. He was so tough about it- way more tough than me- in the strength sort of way. I didn't know much about his endurance or emotional type of tough, as I'd assume with his short fuse he'd wear out quickly, but who knows. All I knew for certain was that his punches hurt, and that Batman wasn't as fun with him around; they'd skip right into the action with his prompting (huh, 'prompting', more like stabbing).

"You know of him?" asked a broad looking teenager, and my interest notched at one look of his t-shirt. Was that Superman's symbol?

"Yeah, I know him," he answered back still looking deadly at me, but that was ok because that gave me the chance to annoy him even more by looking anywhere but at him. Robin was fun to annoy... to a point. I'd have to be careful with my antics now that Batman was hurt; it'd have to leave Robin somewhat vulnerable be it he show it or not, and he could get real angry when you're hitting him when he's down.

The Superman-Shirt-Guy was, as I mentioned, very broad-shouldered. He had short-cut black hair, blue eyes, noble face, and strong build. He looked a lot like Superman.

"What's with the Superman clone?"

From the way everyone tensed, I think I'd hit it pretty close to the mark, and by the way Super... boy(?) was staring at me, I'd probably not want to touch it further, especially if he had any sort of relation to Superman.

I looked away from him and to another one of the teenagers. This one was a flying, red-haired, green girl (Well wasn't this the most interesting group yet?), I could tell she was a bit open-hearted by how her eyes watered at the mere sight of Batman, and how reluctant her body language was at everything in the defensive sort of situation. My prediction was a Martian, with the abilities, looks, and sensitivity exposed for right now.

The next was another girl, normal tan skinned but in a green suit. Her blonde, almost yellow, hair was pulled into a high, long pony tail that she'd really outta cut off if she didn't want some villain taking ahold of it and swinging her out a window. She had a bow at the ready, along with many arrows on her back, and with the evidence of her color theme and weapon choice, I'd suspect an ally of Green Arrow, but I'd thought that was Speedy's deal.

Beside her was a dark skinned, tattooed fellow with a shaved head and mixed but fitting clothes. What was really interesting about him however was his water katanas, and I mean that literally; they were made of water. I suspected an Atlantian but that was only because the other teenagers around him seemed related to the Justice League's big numbers and Aquaman would be the closest fit for him.

And of course there had to be the little Flash duplicate himself, Kid Flash. I was as familiar with him as I was Robin and Speedy. He basically did everything the Flash did, along with all the witty jokes and grotesque appetite, but to a lesser extent. He wasn't as fast as Flash, but still really damn fast.

"Oh! I know you!" Kid Flash yelled as if it were the grand master plan, and Robin looked at him just as deadly as he did me.

"You know him too?" the same muscled teen questioned, eyes slimming and looking angrily yet somehow bizarrely patient between the two boys.

"Yeah..." he crossed his arms almost casually, eyeing me over. "He's that Ravager guy. The one that steals all the stuff."

Spot on description there, Kid.

"And," he looked reluctantly disgusted as he rubbed the back of his neck, "..still manages to kick our asses over our heads time after time even though he's, like, eight or something."

Now Robin really looked like he was about to kill him off, and the human girl positively delighted but still unimpressed as she turned to me.

"Haven't heard of him..." she commented cooly as though I wasn't there and I could tell she was the real hard-ass of the group... besides Robin, that is. Little guy could be so serious sometimes!

"I wouldn't be surprised," Robin growled, and it was then I noticed he hadn't taken his eyes from me, apart from glaring at Kid Flash. He sure was angrier than usual, and I began to wonder why until I remembered Batman's state, and mentally "Oh"ed in stupidity.

"He's only a common thief- high ranking- but a thief." His teeth grounded so hard he'd need dental work. "Completely under the radar..."

The Atlantian, Martian, Super-clone, and Ms. Veggie-colored still looked confused, and, in fact, more confused than before.

"Well, now that everyone's enlightened- Can I go now?"

It was a simultaneous, "NO!" followed by Robin's loud marching, but by the time he'd made it halfway to me I'd flipped up to latch onto the ceiling's pipes, releasing multiple smoke bombs, and just because I'm nice like that, only a few of them were laced with some nasty cough components.

I was to my swift getaway when something grabbed my foot, almost sending me face-splat into the ground, but I'd balanced on my arms and other leg soon enough, and whipped to look at my manic little opponent.

Robin was obviously well experienced in smoke bombs, but that was ok, because I was too.

Smirking, I easily kicked out of his black glove's grip and leaned most of my weight onto my elbows, facing him, and swung my legs in what might look like a break-dance move but was actually a nice way to build up momentum for my kicks which could be much less effective without the nice boost. I leaped up with the motion, extending only one leg out, the other bent at the knee. He'd dodged my extended leg, as expected, and was unable to counter it or grab on with the close range attack, and squandered right into line of my bent knee, which I unleashed upon his face.

While he staggered back, I landed down in a crouch before slowly lifting, watching in what might have been a little jealousy as he simply wiped at his face, not even knocked down by my force, spitting onto the floor with a tint of red left in its residue. He looked up, into my eyes, and we shared an intense mental-hate-game. His scary-stare was by far a more terrifying one, what with the bloodied and busted lip, along with his in general more harder look. Mine was more along the lines of teasing, antagonizing... which, by God, drove Robin berserk.

By now the smoke had cleared, and though disoriented and a little red-eyed, the team instantly caught on to the action beside Bird-Boy.

"Kid, go get help. Batman's hurt!" the supposed Atlantean called over to the said quickster, who nodded rather surprisingly obedient over to him and zoomed off, most likely to inform the League. This Atlantean must have some sort of authority over him, or, as I continued to wonder, was a leader of sorts to this group as I examined their team-like attributes.

The team wasn't coordinated, but undeniably armed in the power department, and no matter how much I could out-think them or use their prideful individuality against them, taking them all at once would be tricky... Starting to regret not putting many cough-smokes in there...

… and then I remembered the Kryptonite. Ah! Good thing I hadn't released that cough smoke! Otherwise I would have left, having completely forgotten- Aaaaand there's a foot.

Light on my feet, I managed to one-hand cartwheel from the kick Robin had sent my way with a savage growl that was so very much like him, and smirked as he dove behind me and into the floor.

Superboy launched after not too far behind, a fist aiming right for my head that surely would have killed me if I weren't fast enough to duck down. I cocked a brow at this show of utter lack of restraint, something rather deadly and very un-League approved that I almost felt the need to report back to them like some bad review of a restaurant. He went shooting right through the wall, and as I looked amusedly back at him, realized he'd actually knocked out 3.

Jeez, bit much for your standard, human criminal, don't you think? They were so getting a bad review now.

But I digress, let them figure it out on their own, and hopefully before they've done too much damage.

I sprinted for Batman, which left Robin letting out another crazy shriek as he went after me.

I, of course, was faster and reached Bats first, and was just fishing through his pockets when the head of a spear aligned to my temple. Looking up I met dark eyes, furrowed in the concentration of an archer.

The Aqua-Guy paused in his slicing katanas, lowering them as he grinned. "Nice work, Artemis."

Wasn't that a bit premature? They really were a new team.

The girl, Artemis, seemed not as amused. "Move and you're dead."

My eye brows rose at this, the bit of very un-hero-like terms and tone catching me off guard for a moment until once again, caught off guard, Robin dived into me from behind.

"Robin! I had hi-"

Just as she began I cut her off, throwing Robin over my back and into her.

He really needed to work on that grip.

I also took this time to flick a bola to immobile the Fish, which was greeted with a startled grunt and topple of both body and weapons.

I quickly looked about for the Martian, but when I found her she remained frozen, hands curled in fear. When she noticed my gaze she floated down to her knees, looking at me with penetrating eyes.

In all good sense I should immobile her too, but Super was returning, and more enraged than before.

While they were recovering (which was exceedingly humorous to watch as they bickered all the way through, a true miscalculation of their priorities), I searched through Batman's belt quickly, clasping the glowing green stone within its pouch.

But as I hooked it to my belt, a black, gloved hand squeezed my own, and this time, it was larger and much, much stronger.

With shocked eyes I followed the hand to its cowled owner. Batman was flickering in and out of consciousness, his visible mouth and chin grimaced in pain as a soft grumble fell from his lips. And though this all indicated to a weak man, his eyes were incredibly strong. I knew because I was looking right at them. They were dark, staring right into my own pupils, and I had no doubt in my mind that at that moment he knew they were blue.

In those eyes I saw a real, living man. Something I have often not associated with the Bat. He was a real human being... that I had considered killing not too long ago.

The thought of it sent a shiver down my spine, if his imprinting eyes hadn't already triggered one.

In a swift movement I released my hand from his, jumping through the hole in the wall and up into the vent on the ceiling. Right behind me I caught Batman easing up, and blocking the younger super heroes from following me.

Confusion stirred in me but I didn't wait long to see why he'd stopped them. Yet I'd hesitated just long enough to hear him grunt, "Don't." along with Robin's resounding yells.

How very unsettling.

When I'd arrived back home, I wasn't entirely sure if this was a satisfying victory.

High five to anyone who knows where Chang is from :) Oh yeah, and there's a Robin in this fic. I'm pretty sure you can all guess who's under the cowl, but let me further explain age-stuff as it's different in this AU: They are both thirteen, Dick has been going since age 8, while Robin has been going since age 10. Any further questions about this AU will gladly be answered!