Renegade

Visit

|Song: Monster by Beth Crowley|

"Renegade, you have a visitor." The guard in front of the cell said.

Renegade took support from the bed and slowly got up, facing the door.

Four guards came in and two of them took the chains out while the other two aimed their guns at him.

They walked to the visiting room where all the inmates were talking to their loved ones or employees. There was a glass wall between the visitors and the prisoners ant they were talking through telephones.

One of the guards showed Renegade to an empty chair in front of a glass wall and tied the chains, which they never unlocked from Renegade's ankles, to the ground.

Renegade sat there and waited for his visitor to come.

"I don't know what the fuck you did to make the Bruce Wayne come all this way just to see you." The guard said.

Shit. The bat's here.

Bruce Wayne walked to the visitor room and all the eyes turned to him. He walked ans sat in front of the other side of the glass.

"What happened?" He asked, looking at the bruises on Renegade's face and the visible part of his arms.

"None of your business." Renegade said.

Life in prison was already bad enough, there was no point in him being a snitch and he definitely didn't want the pity of the Bat.

Bruce looked at Renegade's shirt which was covered in dried blood and the deep lash on his eyebrow.

"What happened?" He asked in a more scarier tone this time but that didn't affect Renegade.

"I said none of your business. Besides, you didn't really seem to be dying because of your love for me when you sent me here so why do you even care." Renegade shot back.

Bruce didn't answer and there was silence for a bit.

"Why are you even here?" Renegade asked.

"Came to see how you're holding up." Bruce said.

"Bullshit." Renegade hissed.

"You were just curious about me still being alive or not. Or maybe, that little conscience of yours didn't let you abandon me here. No not that..." Renegade was talking to himself more than Bruce now.

"Or maybe... You wanted to know if I told anything about your little secret to anyone. Yeah. My vote's on that."

"I am just trying to help you Dick." Bruce said.

"Allright, first off, don't call me that. Secondly, this is what you understand from the word help." Renegade said pointing at the chains around his body.

And fun fact about being handcuffed non-stop. The spots where handcuffs are, turn to a disgusting shade of blue/purple, the skin under it literally dies and starts peeling off after a while. And it hurts, bad.

"Is all these chains really necessary?" Bruce asked to a guard.

"Unfortunatelly yes sir." The guard replied.

"The kid's 14." Bruce said.

"And he murdered 918 people. The chains stay." Derek said, coming into the visiting room and stood in the visitors side.

"What do I owe this pleasure Mr. Wayne?" He asked in a fake sincerity.

"You must be the manager of this prison. I'm sorry but this is a private conversation." Bruce said.

Derek gave another fake smile.

"Ofcourse. Right." He said and left, obviously annoyed.

Bruce turned back to Renegade and kept staring at the young boy in front of him.

"Renegade, I need you to tell me what happened." He asked again.

Renegade just laughed. But this wasn't his usual cackle, which was bad enough by the way. No, this laugh was much worse. It was full of anger and hatred.

The whole visiting room went quiet after his laugh and all eyes turned to Renegade. Some of their eyes widened as they saw how young he was.

"I am not going to tell you what happened Mr. Wayne. But I can tell you what will happen. I am going to get out of here. No matter how many armed guards you put in my way or how many stupid collars you put on my neck like a damn dog, I am going to escape. And when I will, that kill count of mine, will increase significantly." Renegade threatened  in a cold and quiet voice.

Bruce just stared at Renegade for a couple seconds before nodding. He got up and left the room and the guards took Renegade back to his cell.