A/N: OK so yea much longer chapter this time. Hope ya like it! If ya do pls drop me a review. ALSO uber thanks to all those that have reviewed, thanks so much yer a big help. Really! You all keep me motivated. Also every Tuesday is update day and I'm late by an hour again! Sorry. It's technically 1am... so it's really Wednesday. Well better luck to me next time.

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And on with the story!

EDIT: 07/30/2019. Editing spelling errors and making it flow a little better.

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The League of Shadows was an army of assassins built by Ra's Al Ghul. Anyone in the underworld or those who opposed it knew that much. The organization was one that has built over a long period of time, it was far more stealthy then this. Ra's wouldn't just send a man out with a gun to kill Slade. "No." he thought. "He'd do it a much more subtle way."

The Batman had a few ordeals with the Al Ghul Family. Robin having dealt with a lot of it as a result. But if anything, Ra's would always go for the Bat. Why go after Robin, if that even was the whole ordeal. But then again, the man didn't seem like an assassin. The boy lacked skill. His aim was off, he was a rookie at best. Making Slade come to the conclusion that the man that tried to kill him, wasn't League of Shadows material. So that begged the question as to who? And why? Well, there could be many possibilities. But what bothered him the most was how the hell did that kid sneak up on him AND Robin?

Speaking of Robin,"Where did he run off to?" Slades mind changed subjects as he was searching for him. The boy wasn't dumb, he'd keep to as many shadows, nooks and crannies as he could. It was then, when he thought he had looked nearly everywhere, he noticed the tiny airport on the edge of town. An old cargo plane was being loaded with flats of crates containing something akin to weapons. He was guessing that a weapons dealer would be making a few business calls, especially with this many crates. War was a huge business here in the Middle East. A business which he himself dealt with at times. Gunrunning really wasn't his style, but the dealers were always ready to dish out some deals, so to speak. The weapons were basic, but basic was good when you had nothing. The locals probably got their firearms, among other weapons, from these people. Rural towns like this, the dealers must of thrived off of these places.

"Robin." He saw the boy slip onto the plane without even one of those idiots noticing. He'd have to correct this. The boy wasn't going anywhere. Flipping out his phone he slid through his contacts, dialing one.

"Wintergreen. Time to move onto an ulterior movement. He's on a plane. A weapons dealer plane. He'll be heading over the desert. I'll need the details as to where he is going exactly."

He ended the call knowing that had have to put different plan into place. Robins little daring escape will get him far, or so he thinks.

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After the plane had all it's cargo loaded, and was ready to go, the cargo doors closed up. Robin concealed himself the best he could as a few of the workers sat down and buckled themselves in for take off.

"What the hell was I thinking?" Robin mentally cringed at himself. It wasn't one of his best ideas ever, he had to admit, but it got him away from Slade and whatever the masterminds intentions where for him. "No way, not again." Robin would never become that madman's apprentice again. In retrospect, the idea of jumping onto a plane seemed good at the time... if it meant escaping his enemy. But still, the plane itself was old, the people on board, definitely something fishing going on. They were smuggling something... what? He didn't know.

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It would be a couple of hours before he felt some turbulence. The workers were up and about however. Something was amiss. They seemed kind of frantic, but why? He couldn't understand their language. Not until a older man came into the back area where he had been hiding out and started speaking in Arabic, along with some English, telling them all to "dump it".

"Dump it?" he thought, it was only then he realized they meant their shipment, when they started opening up the cargo door on the back end of the plane. "Shit" he said also noting he said it kind of loud. Suddenly he went from being hidden, to being a target. The workers had their guns drawn. Robin gulped. The older man stepped forward and yelled out to come forward. The young hero knew hiding wasn't going to get him anywhere. But before standing up Robin took his mask off and put it in a pocket. If anything they wouldn't take to kindly to having one of the worlds Hero's on their plane. They would probably automatically think he was here to take them down. So putting it aside for now was probably for the best.

"Don't shoot!" he said aloud as he lifted himself unto his feet, and raised his hands above his head. "A Kid?" was all the man said before taking a puff of his cigar. "I just wanted to bum a ride... I got no home, I just..." Robin thought he played the fool well. "Not good enough kid." But apparently not well enough.

The man lifted a gun to Robins head and cocked it. He didn't flinch, after working in Gotham for so long the idea of guns didn't scare him so much. Sure he was shot once... that whole ordeal was why he moved to Jump in the first place. Bruce didn't want him running around the city anymore, so what does he do? Goes to find his own city.

"Your not a ordinary kid are you?" So probably not flinching is what gave him away, any normal kid would of been freaking out by now. "No." was all he said. The man laughed. "Bumming a ride eh?"

Robins blue eyes narrowed at the man. "Sort of..."

The man laughed again. He was a odd one, caucasian, dressed like a cowboy, boots and heel spurs to match. The scarf and cigar gave him the final touch. "Drop the whole load, including the kid."

"WHAT!?"

"Sorry kid, but I got a business to run and you just got into the wrong place at the wrong time. Boys! You all got a rat to kill."

Robin shot daggers at the mans back as he turned to leave. Letting his workers deal with the so called infestation. This guy was almost as irritating as Slade. Pissed off now, Robin began a fight with a few of the guards. A few punches, and a few kicks in their direction was given before they started to open fire. He wanted to get to the man in the cowboy boots. Wanted to get to safety and would preferably like to ring the cowboys neck.

Taking cover behind a few of the crates he began to noticed the planes subtle shift. The flats began to move on their own accord. "This isn't good." It wasn't long before the plane was in a upward direction and the cargo began to fully shift to the back of the plane. Hopping on top of one of the crates Robin did a roundhouse kick to one of the workers before he got a shot off, afterwards quickly jumping onto another crate.

The workers on the other hand at this time were scrambling to get into a seat. Very few actually caring what their stowaway was doing at the time. It seemed the cowboy didn't care for the health and safety of his workers. "Not surprising." he muttered to himself.

Robin leaped from one crate to another, all the while looking out for the guards. As soon as he approached one however, he made quick work of them, knocking the gun from their hands before rendering them dazed, but conscious. Quickly, he made his way up to the door that lead to the cockpit. There was to many lives at stake here, not just his own. This man was just going to let his own men fall to their deaths, if they didn't get to their seats in time. And time isn't something he gave them. Quickly, before another guard could attack him, Robin made his way to the cockpit door. It was wedged shut, and knowing his luck, probably locked. Again, he felt the shift, and Robin knew one way or another he had to get into that cockpit.

It was painful enough as it was, just hanging onto the handle of the door and fighting a seemingly loosing battle, just to open it, but even more so was his battle with gravity as crates began to fall out of the back of the plane, and as the pressure was literally tearing at him to let go and come back down to earth. If he didn't do something soon, the workers that were not tied in would fall into the desert below, and him with them.

Gripping onto the door he finally managed to open it. But when he did he was not expecting the cowboy himself standing before him.

"Level out the plane! Your going to kill your own men!"

He laughed. "Their expendable kid."

"I'm warning you! Level out the plane!"

"Fuck you kid." the older man went in for a punch to the kids head, but Robin saw it coming and blocked it. "LEVEL OUT THE PLANE!"

The two were having a power struggle just to keep level within the tiny door frame. The older man played dirty however, and a kick was the man's next move. He didn't have a lot of room, he was standing between Robin and the wheel to the plane itself, and he wasn't about to budge. Robin being just as stubborn took the blunt of the kick but didn't budge himself either.

All the crates were falling out of the back of the plane now, some even knocked themselves over and weapons splayed across the floor as they to began to slide out of the back. "Guns?" he thought. "He's a weapons dealer."

Robin growled before head butting the man a couple times in the head, rendering the man to be in a lot of pain before Robin punched his lights out.

Quickly, he seated the cowboy in one of the back seats before screaming at the actual pilot to level out the plane. The pilot slowly began to do so, and Robin felt a little more at ease, until a steel toed boot jabbed at his leg and the boy fell to the ground. His right shin was in agony and he turned to see whom was responsible. His mind reeled, was the cowboy faking it? It had only been a couple of minutes. There was no way he could of woken up from that kind of injury in such a small amount of time.

The older man smiled. "Get lost kid."The man grabbed the boy by the back of his neck. Robin yelped, and grabbed at the mans arm, trying to free himself. In doing so, he noticed the patch on his arm. It was the same symbol as the one on the man that attacked Slade. It looked like something from League of Shadows... but something was off.

The man glared at the boy. "It's been a fun ride kid, but now it ends. Go fly home!" With that said he tossed the boy from the cockpit and left the kid to fall to his death.

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Next Chapter: Robin falls to his death. While Slade puts a few more things into motion. And who are these people with all the patches? The symbols suggest something they are truly not. So what's up with that? All in the next chapter!

So yep there ya have it, see longer then chapter 5. Also I may have to come back and change to grammar errors but it's late, I'm bushed, I'll be back to do repairs tomorrow.

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-Fangs