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The team had their own meeting room of sorts; it comprised within it a lengthy table and enough chairs for everyone, along with a water cooler and a table set up with a coffee machine and a variable of coffee flavors, teas, sugars, and a mini fridge under the table for milk and cream amongst other things. Sometimes, if it was early enough in the morning, a plate of muffins would be left out by who he believed was the cafeteria staff. It was also nice and close to the gym they had frequently used. Lately, it seemed to be an everyday occurrence that they were in there. Training as a team had become a every other day event. Although, Robin had expected each one to do some personal training each day. The base had become like a home to them all, although Robin knew eventually they would move on from Metropolis. But for now the base was around a major city and, according to Slade, it was best to sit tight and plan around things for now. In the meantime, while everyone here sat and waited, he and his team would fly across the world to invade League territory, Titan Tower.

And so they all sat there that evening, eating pizza, chatting about life, discussing the plan, every specific detail, every little bit of intel Robin had on his old team he gave to the new. The plan was that Robin himself would sneak into the tower after the unit had set off enough alarms to alert the Titans of their presence, drawing them out into the city to do combat with the Ghostwalkers. Unit GVV97 would distract the young heroes long enough until they noticed that someone had broken into their security system and had entered the premises of the Tower. It was simple enough on paper, but Robin knew the Team may have some difficulties with the Titans. So, the days before they would head out, he went over every ability each Titan had. Unfortunately, he couldn't go into the depths of knowledge he held on each member. But perhaps a brief breakdown of each Titan would help in the long run. "So each spell that Raven casts she has to speak the words Azerath metsomething something?" Robin nearly laughed at Tank, trying to mimic Raven's chant. "You'll know it when you hear it. Just don't let her finish." The young man scratched his head before muttering a "Ok."

"So we get them out of the tower, so you can make your way into the tower... and go where exactly?" It was ironic how much of a team player Discord had become. In the beginning he was, frankly, a bit worried, and perhaps a little nervous of her and her abilities, but now he was glad he welcomed her in. He swallowed his bite of pizza before cleaning his throat. "The roof." Ksenia crossed her arms. "Hopefully it's not going to be miserable. Have you even checked the forecast?" Robin shrugged, "It's California." Ksenia sighed in defeat. She knew Robin was determined to end this one way or another, and if he wanted to do it on a rooftop, then who was she to stop him? "True enough."

"So, what about after the Titans?" Tank took another slice of pizza, the cheese being so thick he had to stretch it far enough for it to break. "Are we just going to hunt League Members forever?" Robin shook his head. "No, we intend to send a message, remember?"

"Alright, alright, so are things going to miraculously shift when all is said and done?"

"It's what we're hoping for." Asif nibbled at his slice before looking towards the burly young man. "In the end, we want things to change, don't we?" Tank nodded, "That's not what I mean, what I meant was, who is the next big target after the League members are down and out of the game? Because honestly they are getting a bit boring. I have no idea why top professional villains keep poking at the heroes of the world, other than them having nothing else to do. Are we going next level?"

Robin knew exactly what Tank wanted. He was getting bored. He wanted an upgrade to the League. He and the team had heard stories of his exploits against the ben Elohim and from the looks of it, Tank wanted a piece of the action. Asif just huffed before he took another bite of his pizza. Discord seemed somewhat intrigued as to what his answer would be and Ksenia already knew it, therefore, she didn't seem to be paying too much attention. "When the ben Elohim shows themselves, we strike." Tank just smiled at his answer. "Finally, a challenge," he chuckled before he devoured his slice.

"Ughhh, I so don't want to take a 5 hour flight." It almost sounded like a whine, but that just couldn't be, since it came from Robin's second.

"Oh, it's not that bad." Tank patted Asif on the back, which made him wide eyed as he sat up a bit, bracing for another impact from the man beside him. Ksenia laughed. Tank really didn't know his strength at times, although they all knew that he was holding it back as much as he could around his teammates. "Flying isn't that bad, although I rather do it not confined in a plane." He smiled at his friend. "On day you need to take me flying like you did with Renegade!" his smile was wide and it seemed infectious since she only smiled in return. "I dunno if I could levitate your fat ass," Asif chuckled while Robin simply watched. It was going to be a long night.

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"How's the team? Is the new ready to meet the old?"

The next morning was like a gift. Robin woke up refreshed, better than he had in a long while, and to top it off, the package was complete with a caramel coffee. "I think so. We leave this afternoon, set up, and begin the operation the next day. That's the plan, anyway." Slade had sat across from his apprentice. Lately he had been heavily involved with the ongoings of the society and hadn't been able to make much time for Robin. And in some way, he was a bit envious of Robin's new team. They had all grown to know him as Renegade. The shift from the hero to the villain was nearly complete. In becoming Renegade, with each mission he completed under that alias, the further away he was from his old life, and the closer he was to himself and his master. Slade knew that without a doubt, Robin would one day take his place in the Society, help lead it to a better future. And Slade would watch from afar. As a man that could never grow old, perhaps never even die, he knew he couldn't pull this gig off forever. He didn't want to be like Ra's. No, a Legacy was what he wanted to leave behind, someone that could steer the ship while he was gone. And Robin was perfect for the role. With each passing day, he proved he was worthy of it.

"Does your team have any quarrels regarding your wanting to take on the Titans yourself?" Robin shifted in his seat and leaned on the desk. "Yea, they're worried."

"Worried that perhaps you may betray them? Go back to the old team?" Robin shook his head. Good, if Robin felt confident in his team, it would mean that they were only concerned about his welfare. "No, nothing like that. I think they're just worried I might get hurt." The mastermind nodded. "They are ok with it, but I can tell they're a bit miffed. I think they'll take it personal if anything happens to me." Slade eyed his apprentice from across his desk. "You've taken the Titans on before by yourself and won. I doubt this time will be any different. I don't think they have much to worry about." Robin remembered the first time he was forced into this apprenticeship. At the time, he remembered he how angry and how frustrated he was at the situation, and fighting the Titans even then had been easy for him, although there would be one difference now. The first time, it had broken his heart. Now, he didn't care. Robin just shrugged and agreed. "I don't think so either."

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"Five hours."

"It's not that bad. We've been doing this for months now."

Asif let out a sound that resembled a "Ugghhhh." before he boarded the plane. Tank had looked perplexed and Robin knew it wasn't from any fear of flight that Asif carried, but more akin to the lack of sleep he's had recently. It would seem that with all the targets they've been taking out lately, it had brought back some horrible memories for his friend, leading him to be getting less and less sleep each night. That is until Robin had dragged him to see a counselor. And from what his friend had told him, it was helping, a little. Things like that always took time, and Robin had asked if he wanted to lie low for a while. And much to Robin's dismay, he had said no, that he was in this until the end. That he would figure it out as he always did. Robin knew Asif was just as much a part of the battlefield as he was, but his friend had been in that bloodbath far longer than he had and no matter how much he tried to clean out the stains, they would always reappear each time he was on a mission. And Asif had tried to take care of it himself. But Robin began to see slight changes. He looked more tired than anything. He had pushed his friend away, and in doing so, Robin then knew something was wrong. Asif had said he didn't need help. But Robin wasn't foolish enough to take the bait and knew that sometimes the battlefield got the better of you. And that is when you needed to seek help. And as long as Asif took the help, then he supposed he would be welcome. He did deserve his revenge as well and Robin would do as he always did, take care of his team and help them see to their mission though.

"Tank, Ksenia, Discord." he called out to his team. The plane was behind him, and it was getting prepared by a group of men, all of them making sure there weren't any stray ends and that everything was completed along with getting all the gear on board. The team carried their own personal bags, including a chunk of the equipment they would use for the mission. He looked at each of them and smirked. This was going to get very interesting. "Let the crew members bring the equipment on board." Three of the men appeared from behind them and asked to take the gear. All of them complied and only kept their own personal luggage. "If all goes well, this will be it, the last of the League targets."

The group nodded before they boarded. It was a private jet, a very spacious one. There were couches, recliner chairs and coffee tables instead of the standard rows of seats. It was something he was used to, even from his old life, but his team most definitely was not. Each time they took on a mission, they were given a private jet and each time Tank would grab something from the mini fridge, buckle himself in and place his feet on the coffee table. The others were a little more respectable, but he could tell it was something still new to them. Although he believed with the girls, the privilege was wearing off. He looked across to Asif, who had buckled himself already into a recliner and passed out. "Good." he thought.

It was five hours later when he woke his friend. The flight had gone smoothly and was filled only with chatter and the occasional banter from his teammates. "Hey, we're here." Asif opened his eyes to find his friend hovering over of him, shaking his shoulder slightly. "Already?" he mumbled. "Yea, the team is already outside." He nodded before he unbuckled himself and found his feet. "They got yourself stuff too." he nearly let out a sigh and instead just nodded before he stretched. "Have you been outside yet?" Robin shrugged. "Not yet." Asif made his towards the door then lead outside onto the tarmac. And when he stepped out a heat gripped him and for a moment he was reminded of his old home in the desert. "Hey sleepy head!" Tank looked at him with his arms crossed. "No worries! We got your stuff to man!" Tank was holding two backpacks, one for each shoulder and when Asif had approached and asked for his bag, Tank declined the request and simply walked away, causing his old friend a bit of grief.

Robin watched his friends interaction with the team below. He would join them soon enough. However, for a moment, he stopped to take in the scenery. Jump City hadn't changed. The smell of the ocean filled his lungs. It was pure irony that for the longest time he had wanted to smell the ocean again, wanted to feel the California sun on his skin once again, to be here. For the longest time, it all felt so far away. But now that he had returned, so close to the place he once called home, he felt further away from his old path than ever before. The place would always remain dear to him, but it was no longer his Jump City.

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