Introducing... the sequel to Reuniting!

Yeah, I got off my lazy butt and actually wrote up a few chapters of this and decided to post it. This is going to be in sections, sorta, alternating between League and Nightwing, occasionally overlapping. This first section is League/Batman, and it's 3 chappies long. So don't ask for Nightwing for the next few chapters. He's coming chapter 4.

This starts off right where it ends. There's literally only about 5 minutes in the middle.

Oh, and if you have any suggestions for a better title, please tell me.

Italics is a flashback, if you can't tell.

DISCLAIMER: Due to the fact that this is highly unrealistic and so not going to happen, I'd say that I don't own YJ or TT.

"Dick!" Bruce called out. "You doing anything later?"

"No." His son paused. "I was thinking of visiting Wally or Clark."

"How about you stay in? We can play some basketball, watch a movie- just like old times."

Bruce let his son think and was rewarded when his face lit up in a smile. "Sure, old man. Just like old times."

Bruce glared playfully at him. "I am not an old man."

"Sure, old man. Whatever you say."

Was that really only a few hours ago?

Bruce sat on a bench outside of WayneTech, watching the chaos and bustle that surrounded him as the police and paramedics tried to figure out what had happened and repair the damage. The police had precious little to work with; no fingerprints, all the security cameras had been hacked- if it wasn't for the bullets stuck in Bruce's office walls, one wouldn't think that an assassin had barged in only a few minutes ago.

But he had. And now Dick was gone.

Bruce had been offered a shock blanket- because he had been targeted by an assassin for the millionth and third time, so of course he was in shock- but the same sense of pride that made him dress up as the goddamn Batman made him reject it. If he was in shock (he was rational to admit that he might be) it wasn't because of the assassin. It was because of Dick.

Commissioner Gordon strolled up to him and looked at him with concern. There was something in the man's face, in the way he slumped, almost like he had been defeated, that worried him. "You alright Bruce?" He asked quietly. Bruce managed a weak smile. "Fine. Can I go home now, or do you need to ask me some more questions?"

Bruce had told anyone who asked that all he knew was that a man in a black and orange mask had burst into the room and shot him in the shoulder. After that, the poison made everything a blur. No, he didn't know who the man was. No, he didn't know why the man had stopped at the shoulder wound instead of finishing the job. No, he didn't know who gave him the antidote to the poison. No, I don't know who sent him after me, I'm Bruce Wayne, I have more enemies than I can count. Frankly, it was exhausting.

The commissioner considered Bruce's request. "Why don't you call Alfred?" He suggested. "We don't need you on the scene anymore, but I don't want you driving either." "Fine." Bruce nodded, and pulled out his phone, dialing quickly.

"Alfred? Can you come pick me up from work?"

"Master Bruce? I assumed you would be driving yourself back."

"I was." Bruce sighed. "Things got a little complicated. Gordon doesn't want me driving myself back-" he interrupted himself to give Gordon a dirty look- "something about me still being woozy from the poison."

"Poison?" Alfred sounded alarmed.

"I'll explain later."

"Of course. I'll call Master Richard-"

"No. Don't." Bruce said abruptly. "It's… like I said, it's complicated."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. "….very well. I shall be there soon."

Bruce sighed and put away the phone. The commissioner was still eyeing him. "You sure you're alright? You seem a bit… off."

"I'm fine." Bruce said tersely. Gordon shrugged and moved on. If Bruce wanted to be stubborn, that was his problem.

Bruce, finally left alone, started going through everything that had happened in his head, trying to piece the puzzle together. The man was Slade, obviously, but why was a Titans villain trying to kill him?

Alfred pulled up near him, interrupting his thought. Bruce nodded towards the commish and got in the car. Alfred pulled out of the parking lot and raised an eyebrow at Bruce through the mirror.

"I do hope you have a good explanation for this." The butler said dryly. Quickly, Bruce outlined what had happened, finishing up with a question.

"What I don't understand is why Slade was in Gotham in the first place. What reason does a Titans villain have, halfway across the country, for assassinating me?"

Alfred stayed silent, eyes fixed on the road. Bruce narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "You know something." It wasn't a question.

"Master Richard was looking at the old Deathstroke the Terminator files." He said quietly. "I do not believe it is a coincidence."

Bruce blinked and then swore. It fit. The name 'Slade' was a giveaway, as was the fact that one of the events leading to Deathstroke's disappearance had been his wife shooting out his eye in revenge for their son's death- leaving him with a single grey eye, like the one gazing out from Slade's mask.

"But what does he want with Dick?" Bruce muttered. He nodded to himself, coming to a decision. "Alfred, can you cancel any meetings I have for the next few days? A certain boy scout and I will be going to Jump to question the Titans."

"Is Mister Kent aware of this plan?"

"He will be." Bruce smirked. "And he won't have any objections to coming, either."

Clark could deal with the Titans while Bruce focused on finding his son. He would find Dick. He had to.

Clark next chapter.

League after that.

And Nightwing after that. That's all I've written so far.

If you guys have any ideas for anything, please tell me. I need inspiration!

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