If any of you are familiar with my story Morph then this one will make perfect sense. Otherwise, it would probably be best to go back and read that one. Also, if any of you are familiar with the Batman stories, you would know that Tim Drake is infact one of the Robins, the Robin that comes after our Robin (Dick Greyson, even though the creators of Teen Titans won't admit it) turns into Nightwing. So, with out further ado, I give you The Lost Story of Tim Drake! Enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, or Batman, because if I did, this would HAPPEN, and people would LIKE IT!

Chapter One

I grew up in a big city. It's probably one you know. Gotham. Nothing there has a good memory. My parents are dead, and I've been a foster home for nearly a year. I hate my "dad" and he hates me. So, I picked up a hobby: I like to steal things. I guess that's how this story begins. I'm writing this down, because I know in a few hours, I might not remember it. This is the story of me, Tim Drake, becoming an enemy, then an ally, then a friend to the Teen Titans, not as me, but as Red X.

I guess it's only appropriate to start at the beginning, which really isn't the beginning, but the ending. I'll explain if any of this is confusing. I had just turned eleven, like anyone cared. It was another horrible day in the Kafkus apartment. Frank was yet again in his lab, trying to find a way to travel between time periods. I knew he wouldn't be the only one interested in time travel. (Turns out I was right. A guy named Warp went up against the Teen Titans, but his goal was much worse than Frank's. Luckily, that little cutie Starfire stopped him. Ironically enough, Frank was the great-great-great and so on grandfather of Warp.)

I was bored, so I decided to see what was up in the neighbor's apartment. They always had great stuff. Big screen TV's, lots of jewelry. But I only took the food. I may have been a thief, but I only took what wasn't going to be missed. I learned caution from my real father. He was a thief as well, but got mixed up in a "mob situation". I was nine when they killed him. I vowed to myself that I wouldn't end up like him, so if I was hungry, I took food. If I needed clothes, I took clothes. Nothing more. Well, I can say with no kind of guilt, I acquired a taste for stealing. I had trained myself by choosing harder and harder objects to take. I learned to be agile and fast. Soon, no one could catch me, no matter how heavily guarded the target was. But still, necessity came before fun.

As I walked back into the apartment, I saw something that I seldom saw. Frank had left his laboratory, his eyes all beady from being in the light.

"Where the hell were you?" he said in a dry croaked voice.

"Like you care." I shot back, just as stonily.

"Boy, you answer me when I ask you a question! Where the hell were you?" he rushed at me like a crazed maniac, and grabbed my throat. "I swear, if I get another complaint from them idiots next door about stuff gone missing, my back hand will meet your face so hard, you'll be staring at your ass for the rest of your life!"

His hand around my throat was no joke. He was a big man, surprisingly strong. The only way I could think of getting out of this was kicking as hard as I can in his…well you get the idea.

He fell to his knees, tears of pain brimming in his eyes. "You little brat! Get back here! DON'T GO IN THERE!" he said as I went into his lab. I don't know what came over me, but I knew if I had to stay in that house for one more day, one of us was going to end up dead. So I went into his lab. I had played around with this thought before…since he was working on some kind of time machine, maybe that was my chance at getting out of there once and for all.

I ran into the pitch-black room, and slammed the door shut and locked it. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust. This was the first time I had been in this room, and it was not what I expected. I imagined there would be giant machines, and all this technical looking crap, but all I saw was a couple of empty boxes, a table, and a metal sphere thing, about the size of my fist, with two buttons on it.

"This is it? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." I thought. Suddenly, room filled with a noise. I was so startled; it took me a second to realize it was Frank pounding at the door.

"DON'T YOU TOUCH ANYTHING IN THAT ROOM OR YOU"LL REGRET IT!" he said, in his same demented voice he always used when addressing me. That voice erased any doubt in my mind. I picked up the sphere, which was surprisingly heavy. The red button said "Future" and the green one said "Past".

I smiled and yelled through the door, "Glad you made this idiot-proof Frank! Have a nice life!" I pressed the green button, and a blinding light emitted from the sphere. The last thing I heard was Frank's yells of "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

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Oooh, the suspense is killing me...wait not me...you. haha, I already know how the story ends. And you can too if you just R&R. Where does Tim Drake go? What does he do when he gets there? Find out in the next chapter!