Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot

Pairing: Robin Red X

(A/N)alright, ugh, my mind is so numb. I've been so sick lately that homework and projects have piled up on me and it is horrible. God I can't wait to be out of school, its a daunting and overly tedious time in our lives that is only worth two handfuls of good memories.... I take that back. I have so many memories I wouldn't get ride of them if I could XP. So if you read the Music To Our Lives then you'll know what I'm talking about. The very first one I did the Year Of The Cat kind of got me inspired and I wanted to write a story about it. Multichaptered and I hope I can update some other stories....... yyyeaahh, I'll try and work on fixing my procrastination problem. So if you can, enjoy this first chapter!

P.S. I've never been to Venice so I'm kind of just bullshiting on some stuff lawls

Ruffling a hand through his hair Robin looked to his ticket then up to the woman taking them. She smiled and scanned the piece of paper. Tugging his carry on with him he trudged down the long hallway like corridor to the plane. It wasn't exactly the way he wanted to spend his vacation time, across the world in Venice; The City of Canals. Sinking by inches every year but beautiful even though. He was taking time off in August and the weather was going to be magnificent from what he had read in brochures.

Pushing past people he took a seat in the row third from the last. Plush, royal blue seats welcomed him and he exhaled, shoving his backpack between his legs he shoved the window cover shut. The titans had entered his name in a sweep stakes ad guess what, he had won. After going on a solo patrol he had entered the tower to a going away party arranged by Starfire and his bags already packed; slightly awkward. The flight would take 13 hours, he wasn't looking forward to it, even if it was supposed to be his vacation. Sure they had meant well and mainly Starfire, Cyborg and Beast Boy had encouraged him they would be fine, he couldn't help but worry. He brought his communicator just in case.

Closing his eyes he just waited, he didn't like leaving the city alone. Running a hand through his spiky black hair he figured maybe it would test the titans, make the team work better as a dynamic. He knew the plane would be taking off so he buckled his belt and just waited for sleep to take hold, he didn't want to be awake for most of the 13 hours.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ sometime time around midnight,6 hours left of the flight~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dick woke to the feeling of cold against his forehead. Cringing he opened his eyes to be met with the inside of the planes wall, he sat up straight and stretched his neck. It was sore near the back from the awkward angle. Exhaling he looked around the coach cabin, most people were asleep. Some listening to the radio, others speaking quietly to each other. The person beside him was asleep, a middle-aged man who looked like he was going on a business trip. Glancing to the window he pulled the cover up to be met with darkness, there really wasn't much to see so he shut it once more.

"Oh good!" a woman's tingling voice alerted him. He looked into the aisle to see the stewardess smiling. "I was asked by a man to give you this."

Reaching into her pocket she produced a piece of paper. Handing it over she smiled and walked down the aisle to disappear. Raising an eyebrow Robin opened the paper and read the cryptic message. It gave him a row and a seat number and at the bottom made him narrow his eyes. A scribbled X sent him into a hero mindset.

Robin felt the seat belt around his waist and unhooked it quickly. Getting up from his seat he slid out into the aisle and was looking for the numbers quickly. He stooped in front of the row, only three people were sitting in the five seats. Two were sleeping and when his eyes settled on blue he knew he would have to be careful. Slipping in he took a hesitant seat next to the rouge villain.

"X," he hissed, making sure his voice was down "what are you doing?"

A slow smirk crossed the copy's lips. He could remember finding out the almost disturbing information that X was a clone from his own DNA. The replica having been trained by Slade took it upon himself to break away and live an adventurous life as Red X.

"Why not? Venice is beautiful this time of year I've heard," he whispered and pulled his knees up to his chest, getting comfortable in the seat.

"I meant why are you following me?"

"Who ever said I was following you," X muttered as he looked into Robin's eyes. The hero looked annoyed and anxious.

Robin narrowed his eyes, pulling a knee up to rest his chin on it he felt no malevolent aura around the clone. "So if you're not following me, why are you going to Venice?" he observed the teen carefully, he was the same age as he was, 17 and fit to fight with all he had.

X shifted to face him more, as if making sure they could look square into each other's eyes, he hesitated almost before answering in a whisper that Robin strained to hear. "I was following you."

Robin snorted and rolled his eyes, it felt different being out of his mask and costume, out of them he was just Richard John Grayson; Dick for short of course. X looked to him with a silence that said he was critiquing the way Dick was acting, as if taking notes.

"I heard through rumor you were leaving, word spreads fast in the underground," Red revealed at length.

"Doesn't surprise me," Robin whispered looking around the cabin as if thinking someone was eavesdropping. "so what are you going to do in Venice?"

He looked to X and it seemed the villain was less willing to give this answer up, but surrendered it anyway "Following you, maybe steal something."

"Of course," Dick whispered under his breath.

"Though, I hadn't really arranged for somewhere to stay," X whispered, his eyes were slow to look into Robin's.

There was a lengthy silence before Robin cleared his throat and spoke softly "You can join me for the sake of having a roof over your head."

X smiled "Thanks, I was going to break in anyway if you didn't say yes," Robin scoffed and ran a hand through his messy hair.

"I'm going to return back to my seat, sleep some more I guess," Robin whispered before standing. X looked up at him as if sad to see him leave.

"Alright, I'll wake you personally if you aren't when we land."

Robin gave a half smile "See you, X"

Robin walked through the aisle with practiced silence and took his seat next to the snoring business man. Yawning he looked over the aisle seats to see the dark crop of X's hair move to lean back in his chair. Hunching down Robin took his shoulder as a pillow and closed his eyes. He almost couldn't believe X had taken it upon himself to follow him. How did that information even slip out? Making a mental note before he fell asleep t o check the tower for bugs he slipped back into sleep.

A rough hand was shaking his shoulder and Robin woke with a start. Sitting up straight he looked up and X was standing over him with a smirk. The hand on his shoulder gripped it briefly before letting go and gesturing for him to hurry up. Robin stood, picking his backpack up he followed X off the plane. They walked through the long connecting corridor again and were back into a familiar setting.

X took a deep breath and looked over his shoulder to Robin, "We're here."

Robin nodded and was walking past X so they could retrieve their luggage. The signs of the airport were in Italian and Robin thanked his mentor for being well versed in many languages. X on the other hand looked a little lost, but stayed close to Dick.

"How do you know where we're going?" he asked over the crowd of people.

Richard looked over his shoulder to X "And you expected to tail me through the city without even knowing the language?"

X scowled and looked away, there was a flaw in his plane but he wouldn't admit it. They continued to walk till the baggage claim came into view and they waited near the appropriate claiming platform. Many people milled around, waiting, some giving the two teens looks. They looked nearly the same, expect that X was slightly taller then Robin and had shaggier hair. The platform started to move and soon bags were making their way around, waiting for someone to pick them up. Robin scanned the bags, X was the first to grab his, black in color, two of them. It wasn't long till Dick spotted his own and snatched them up, one was green, the other yellow.

"By the way, how long are you staying?" Robin asked as he adjusted the holds on his baggage.

"A week, you?"

Robin shook his head and scoffed, information really did spread in the underground "A week," he muttered and lead the way for them to grab a taxi to Robin's awaiting hotel room.

X was amazed at Robin's linguistic skills, he spoke Italian with a fluidity to envy. The taxi drove into the heart of Venice, passing the beautiful architect of different buildings that had both intrigued. The hotel they were staying at was not five star, but maybe a four or three. Still, as they walked in the place screamed class. X followed Robin to the front desk and listened intently as the teen spoke the beautiful language.

Robin conversed for several minutes before finally being handed a key. He gestured for X to follow him and they were off to find Robin's room. The Hotel had an elevator that went up 13 floors, they were on the 8th. Lugging their bags down the hallway the room was easily found after reading the door numbers. Robin stuck the key into the lock and opened the door, letting them in.

Both dropped their luggage and X shut the door with his foot. With sighs of relief Robin took a sweep of the living room. It had a long white couch with some pillows. A flat screen hovered on the wall above a mantel. A binder, no doubt giving number for places and TV channels, the remotes and some decorations were on the mantel. Two side tables flanked the couch, both with lamps, a coffee table in front of it was a few feet away from a fireplace, for the winter he assumed.

Looking away from the living room a small kitchen lead off from, a small dinning area that had windows to provide natural lighting around it. Looking further around a hallway lead to the bedroom, bathroom and closets. X was floating around the kitchen when he spoke "I'll take the couch."

Robin didn't argue and picked up his bags to drop them in the bedroom. When he entered the room he could feel how clean it was. A white bed with white sheets and comforter was in the middle of the right wall. Right across from it on the left wall a yard or so away two doors lead out onto a balcony. Dropping the bags he had to decide now what to do. It was five in the morning. He figured sleep was called for, he didn't want jetlag to be too severe the next time he woke. Pulling out some necessities, which included the Teen Titan communicator he returned to the living room to inform X he was going to hit the sack.

Walking the short distance of the hallway way he was greeted with the villain parading around the kitchen looking through cupboards with no shirt on. He raised an eyebrow and looked to the couch to see X's things already riffled through. He looked back, X hadn't noticed him yet. The male kept opening the wall cupboards, Robin couldn't help but notice how muscles stretched and bunched under pale skin. Flexing and rippling he was distracted until X spoke.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." The clone had a glass in hand and was filling it with water. Robin didn't dignify the comment with a reply.

"I'm going to go to sleep, do what you want. If you're going to leave let me know."

"Why should I?" X asked indignantly, he took a sip from his glass, staring over the rim of it at Robin.

"Because you obviously don't know the language and getting lost in a city as large as this one would mean I would have to go and find you. I don't want to spend my vacation doing that," Robin stated.

X narrowed his eyes, "I'll think about it," he muttered and Robin left the subject at that. It seemed that was the best kind of answer he was going to get. He didn't want the villain stealing anything while he was staying in the same room as him. No way was he going to get roped into anything.

"Alright, I'm going to sleep. I'll see you when I wake." 'I hope' Robin thought as he left the living room to his bedroom.

Closing the door he was quick to pull his own shirt off. The area was stuffy even in the early morning. Tossing it to the floor he undid his pants and pulled them off too, leaving the hero in only boxers. Ruffling a hand through his hair he walked to the double outside leading doors to shut the drapes. Flicking the lights off near the door he walked over to the bed and slipped under the covers. He revealed at how cold they were on his hot skin.

Laying on his stomach he stretched out and rested his arms above his head and closed his eyes. All the sleeping was making him wonder if maybe he should get to bed earlier then he had been back at the tower. Staying up to all hours of the night and morning, working leads and keep a watchful eye over the city. Many times he had been told by the titans not to over work himself. But he just brushed it aside, telling them it was his duty as the leader. Now he was enjoying the fact of sleeping so much.

Sighing Robin briefly thought about what he should do next when he woke. Stocking the fridge was the first thing that came to mind. They couldn't live without a full fridge, especially with two ravenous teens. He would have to count out all the euros he had transferred from American. He had quiet a bundle stashed away from any means of use necessary. The chunk he had taken didn't even scratch the surface of his savings.

He decided that, that was what they were going to do when he woke. Then whatever came next would be left to their musings. Faintly he heard X moving around in the living room before he fell back into dreamless sleep.

Ugh. I'm breaking it off there lol. Chapter 2 won't be up in a snap, but I hope to get it up sometime. Hope you enjoyed!