First off I really want to say I'm sorry for the absence. In truth, it's convention season, and I've actually been attending cons... as an artist in artist alley. So I've had to spend a lot of time making various prints and all that fun stuff, and get it all ready for the cons. It was a lot of work, but it was totally worth it. It was a ton of fun!

Unfortunately, this got put on the back burner, Somewhat. I have been editing the first few chapters, they are now dated as to when they were changed/edited. I didn't really change anything, if anything I may of added a liiiiitttllee bit more to some chapters, just give it a extra umph I suppose, and to clarify some stuff, but overall just fixed all the spelling mistakes. Because honestly in the beginning I didn't think this would get anywhere, and it was originally a bet, so I didn't care... I dunno... *shrugs* But now is different, so don't worry.

BUUUT! I'm back. So thanks again to everyone for the faves, follows and you AMAZING reviewers! Because seriously it if wasn't for you guys, I wouldn't be at chapter 49. OH SHIT!

If you want updates on my fanfic, because sometimes I don't update, like often, I will post about it on my twitter, so feel free to chat me up there. I go by Fanglicious, or Fangalang.

Also Asilla, I'm very sorry I didn't get to use your services for this chapter, I just wanted to post something to say I'm alive... and somewhat kicking. Next chapter however, it's all yours!

So on with the story!

EDIT 01/21/2023: Just fixing some things...

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The bar fight was much more than either had anticipated, but both were still down for whatever came their way. Sariel had to admit, she was impressed with Robins reaction. It seemed the kid had really wanted to punch someone out the past few days for whatever reason. Now perhaps, he'd finally get it out of his system. The kid really wasn't the same. The former boy wonder had changed a lot. Not to be unrecognizable, but his attitude towards the world, after seeing what he had seen, he had changed his thought process. Robin wasn't a Titan anymore, he wasn't the blind hero neither. He was well on his way to becoming something else. Therefore, she wasn't to surprised when he took Deathstroke's offer, you'd be a fool not to.

"Hey, pretty girl."

"Great..." she sighed. Her thoughts interrupted, her sight shifted away from Robin to an older, short, scrawny man."Another one of you idiots." she muttered under her breath. In truth, she hated bar fights. There was always some old guy that looked at her in that way. To many that eyed her body. To many that would die by her hand for thinking such things about her.

He grinned and eyed her form, Sariel didn't flinch, but she was displeased with his actions. "Yer more muscular than I like, but still a pretty thing. How does one like you, get all into this kind of mess anyways?"

She turned and smiled at the man. And he only smiled in return. A dangerous glint entered her eyes as she looked at him and whispered, "Because someone has to take care of filth like you." Sariel took a knife from under her skirt, which she had hidden, just for this type of occasion. She was careful to unsheathe it so the man didn't see what she was doing. Not that it mattered, in a flash she had punched the man in the gut and as he bent over in pain, Sariel swiftly and silently moved behind the man, only to grab him and stand him up right. Her arm holding him still as she tugged at his neck. Her blade quickly found his throat. He laughed, and she sliced into his gullet, and watched him sink to the floor. The blood began to pool beneath him, and Sariel simply walked away to find her next opponent.

They would have to leave here soon, follow the plan, and act as if they were fooled all along. But in truth, who was the one really getting tricked tonight? Sariel had truly hoped it was not them. She knew damn well what these people were truly capable of.

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Robin was not having a hard time in finding those that wanted to fight him. Every step, every corner, some crony would step up to take on the young man, and each fight left more and more unconscious forms spread out on the floor. And left him more and more agitated.

His breaths were heavy, but he was still able. Fighting like this, against so many... he hadn't done it in awhile. So openly, and so bravely. The criminals all came after him, judging a book by it's cover, they all thought him weak, the ones not being able to defeat such a child simply didn't know what they were doing. But they were wrong, for it was the boy that was the most talented in that room. Another swift kick and punch, and another one down. Robin felt the adrenaline pump through his veins. He gritted his teeth. So many thought they could take him down, and they were sorely mistaken.

The former hero had noticed that he and Sariel were becoming more and more separated with each fight, and while this was something they both knew would happen, in the end they had to exit this place together. So, slowly Robin made his way back to his companion.

"Hey!" a man had grabbed his arm, jerking the boy towards him. "Boss says-" Robin snarled, "Yea whatever." A punch had graced the older mans face, and his body crumpled to the floor. They were running out of time.

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Eventually the two found one another. Back to back, the duo fought a onslaught of thugs and jagged criminals. The fight was a thrilling exercise, but the two could agree, it was getting a little crowded in here, perhaps it was time for some fresh air.

"We need to get out of here!" Sariel's voice carried over the sounds of her fist impacting upon another's face. Robin nodded, it was getting a little too much in here. "Kitchen?"

Sariel could only agree. "Sounds like a plan."

Another swing of his fist, another impact, another down. Robin began to make his way to the kitchen. "We need to get rid of these idiots first."

She smiled. "There is to many."

He smiled in return. "Let's get outta here then!"

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The two cut down as many as they could, before making a dash towards the kitchen, which was downstairs. It's walls covered in tile, the steps down were wooden and pretty old from the creaks it made. They didn't think anyone would be down here. However upon arrival, they were met with gunshots. It seemed whoever was down here was armed, and didn't like the idea of people bursting into their kitchen.

Sariel sighed as the two leaned against the tile."Shit" Robin looked up towards the door frame that lead them down here. He frowned. "They're coming."

"I know."

The woman looked around the corner, only to have another bullet wiz past her face, embedding itself into the tile, shattered it upon impact. It was a chef from the looks of it and soon enough he started to scream at them, but she couldn't understand it, since his shouts were in German.

"Of all the fucking things."

"You're armed right?"

Sariel look to the former hero. "Yea, but he's got the bigger gun." she edged around the corner to see the man in white, holding a sawed off shotgun. "Much bigger gun." she grimaced as she looked at the door to the back alley, it was so close, yet so far.

"Come out!" The duo's ears perked up. The chef was speaking to them, It seemed he knew some english. Robin frowned. "Dare to take the chance?" he asked as he looked to his companion. She shrugged and looked upstairs. "Don't have much of a choice. Can't go back up there, and soon they'll find out where we rushed off to."

Robin nodded. The decision was made. Slowly, the two moved out into the open. The older man aimed his shotgun at them." Look we-"

"THERE THEY ARE!" The two looked to the top of the stairs to see that some of the mob from before had found them. "Shit" she had said. In a flash she saw a man whip out a gun, he took aim and pointed it at her, she dodged, but the bullet still grazed her shoulder.

"Fuck!" Sariel quickly covered her wound, her hand grasping at her shoulder. She was bleeding, and blood wasn't something she was good at getting out of her clothes. She cursed again, she was hoping to save this outfit. The shot to her shoulder was enough to distract her for a few seconds and that was all he needed. The chef, in all this chaos, took advantage of the situation and prepared himself for the recoil of his shotgun, he had them in his sights, but then... nothing... the boy... His form crumpled over. "MY LEG!" he bellowed. The pain, and the blood... he couldn't walk. The boy was fast, within seconds he had kicked the shotgun from his hands, the weapon now on the other side of the room, far away from him, and out of reach from the others that had joined them.

Sariel didn't even truly see it. Robin had pushed her down, and within a mere second he had pulled his gun out of his holster and opened fire on the man before them. "Did... did Robin just shoot someone?" Her eyes were wide. He did it with such ease... It was... strange. The chef was still alive... but for how long? The wound that was inflicted upon him wasn't fatal, but... Sariel smirked. "He really went for the legs."

She shook herself from the shock. "You ok?" she looked up to him." Yea." her eyes narrowed at the men. "Let's finish this." Robin nodded. The former hero may still go for the knees, but she was going to go for some heads.

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There was one camera in that kitchen and Slade watched with intrigue. He chuckled, the boy took his advice. "Go for the legs". A smile was evident under the Criminals signature metal mask. How long he wondered, how long would it take for the boy to aim for the torso, or for the head?

He could tell the boy still didn't like the use of a gun, his body language seemed stern and in control to those around him, but the frown etched on his face told it all. He was still uncomfortable using the weapon, but the mere fact that he did use it, now that was something truly amazing indeed.

Perhaps the boy was becoming more at ease with the idea of using them to help those around him. After all a weapon is still a weapon. All of them could kill. Even the ones that Robin once wielded as a Titan. Anything and everything that boy could do, could kill anyone.

Amused, he waited for them to escape the kitchen. Sariel it seemed, didn't care anymore for following any kind of rules, she would leave behind full bloody bodies. Robin took aim, but he only shot out their legs from beneath them, only making it all the more easier for Sariel to take down her own targets.

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Gus could hear the commotion coming from inside, there was a few of them out there. He and his so called 'boss' were hanging out here in the back alley, ready and willing to kill the two kids if they tried to make their escape.

"Looks like they're having all the fun."

Gus frowned and then let out a sigh. His 'boss' continued.

"They'll probably be dead before they can even make it out of the goddamn building."

Gus smirked. "I wouldn't count on it." If he knew Sariel, she wasn't a quitter, if she said she would make it out there she would. She would follow the plan. One way or another.

The head of their little gang looked to Gus, the kids eyes had never left the door. There was something off about this kid tonight. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

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I KNOW I KNOW! It's short! But it's better then nothing yea? Once again I'm sorry it's been so long, hopefully I'll be able to get back to things here and update more often. I promise you, I will finish this story, I'm not gonna leave it and let it be one of those stories that has no ending, 'cause that always makes me sad when I find stuff like that. So I promise I will finish it.

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-Fangy