Resistance - Muse
Is our secret safe tonight?
Are we out of sight?
Robin stole over the roof tops. Except he wasn't Robin anymore, he had left his colourful uniform at the Tower. He couldn't be Robin. Robin doesn't sneak away from his friends and team mates. Robin doesn't go clubbing. Robin doesn't get drunk or high. Robin doesn't have meaningless sex with strangers. He wasn't Robin, he was Dick. And Dick did all of those things. Frequently.
Or will our world come tumbling down?
It started in a night club, as so many things do. Robin, no Dick, had been keeping tabs on a few people but so far no one really stood out.
Maybe I'll just go home tonight
he thought draining his beer. Then he walked in. He had unruly brown hair, bedroom hair, and hazel eyes. He had pale skin and wiry muscles. He had the elegance and superiority of big cat. A big cat right after a kill.
Or maybe I won't.
The boy scanned the club, passing right over Dick, before walking up to the bar and ordering a beer. Dick growled.
Bastard.
Dick looked over at his 'maybes'. One of them met his gaze with a raised eyebrow and lust in his eyes.
He'll do.
Dick walked out onto the dance floor and tilted his head slightly. The Maybe grinned and made his way over to Dick. With no more than a 'hey' they began moving. Having too much pride to look over at him, Dick never the less kept him within his peripheral vision. Even as he twined his arms around his Maybe, even as they made out, even as the grinded against each other; Dick knew he couldn't take him to bed. Dick simply didn't have any interest in him. What interested him was the lazy grace that he walked with. The air about him that said anything you can do, I can do better. The way his eyes had barely acknowledged him. It infuriated him, challenged him and fuck if it didn't turn him on. Robin sighed as Maybe bit his ear. He should probably get out of here before Maybe got to desperate. He removed Maybe's hand from underneath his shirt and gently pushed him away. Maybe gave him a confused and hurt look.
Far out, this guy's like a puppy, kind of like Beast Boy. Oh God, now I really can't fuck him.
"Maybe another night," He said and turned without looking back. Behind him the boy sitting at the bar relaxed his hand. He hadn't noticed how hard he'd been clenching his fist.
To busy watching him I guess.
Without a sound he slowly slipped out of the club, neglecting to pay for his beer.
Or will the walls start caving in?
He saw the boy turn a corner and sped up, determined to catch up. He rounded the corner and found his target waiting. He took in the set stance and was hit by a sudden flash of familiarity.
"Hey." He found himself saying before mentally bitch slapping himself. Smooth.
"Hey." What had he planned to say again?
"You left that guy broken-hearted in there." He said casually, silently adding "why?"
"You were watching?" The black-haired boy started walking and he fell into step beside him.
"Trying to pick up tips." He replied voice heavy with sarcasm, trying to remember where he had heard that voice before. The other boy laughed.
"With ¾ of the club panting after you?"
"You were watching?" He replied, perfectly mimicking his tone. The other boy seemed startled at that for some reason.
"My name's James." He said casually.
"I'm Dick." Equally casually. As if giving your name was of little importance. What is in a name? More than a casual fuck.
"So were you watching?" Asked James grinning at Dick. Dick smirked
"What answer do you want to hear?" James pursed his lips, about to accuse him of being no fun when they were quite suddenly surrounded. There were seven men around them, James rolled his eyes, Big B's mob. These guys would pose no problem for him but for Dick, James glanced at him expecting him to be afraid. Dick crossed his arm looking irritated.
Is this our last embrace?
"Tonight of all nights." He muttered and glanced up at James then shrugged.
Can't be helped.
He then punched the guy closest to him and moved onto the second. Behind him he could hear groans of pain. He turned round to find James beating the crap out of one of the gang members. What the-
a clumsy punch brought Dick, no Robin, back to the fight at hand. He quickly incapacitated the three men on his side, not entirely surprised to see James had finished off the ones on his side as well. Which left them with Big B himself. Big B was the only semi-dangerous one in his mob. He posed no threat to Robin but to James...
"Hello Big B." James drawled and Robin tried to remember where he had heard that insulting, sarcastic drawl before.
"Who are you?" Demanded Big B. James cocked an eyebrow.
"Aw, you don't remember me? I'm hurt." And suddenly it hit Robin, no Dick, no Robin.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." He muttered. James glanced over at Dick in surprise. Big B took this moment of distraction to grab James and put a gun to his head. Dick didn't even hesitate he just swept the legs out from under Big B, hit a pressure point in his arm so he dropped the gun and spun his around to put on the hand cuffs he... the hand cuffs he didn't have.
"Oh, fuck." He heard James say. Robin, no Dick, decided to just knock Big B out instead. In the minute of silence that followed Dick and James, no Robin and Red X, studied each other. They had nothing on each other that the other didn't have. Without a word they turned and walked away in opposite directions, determined to pretend the meeting had never happened.
It could be wrong
Could be wrong
But it should have been right
Robin had been getting even less sleep than he normally did. A certain villain haunted his dreams. Doing things to him that made Robin wake up hot and bothered. Doing things that occasionally forced him to change his sheets.
They'll keep us apart
And they won't stop breaking us down
Elsewhere in the city X was jumping rooftops, unable to sleep. Again.
"Bastard." He whispered into the wind.
It could be wrong
Could be wrong
To let our hearts ignite
The next day there was a robbery.
"Who? Where? Why?" Robin asked impatiently.
"X, the Museum and we don't know." Intoned Raven. Robin paled then flushed.
"Right, let's go." He managed. Pretending he didn't see the exchanged looks of confusion behind his back.
It could be wrong
Could be wrong
Are we digging a hole?
Red X waited in the rafters above the museum, wondering what the hell he was going to say. The Titans ran into the museum, weapons at the ready. Robin walked in after them. What do I say? Oh fuck, even when he's in a mask he's-
"X!" He shouted "We know you're here, come out with your hands up." Was he the only one who heard the hint of irony?
"Oh, Robin," X drawled before wincing. Even his robotic voice sounded husky when he said that. "do I ever come out with my hands up?" Robin quickly turned his smile into a smirk.
"I thought you might want a change of pace." Robin replied looking directly up at him. X strolled along the banisters.
"Change of pace? Yes. Change of pace in jail? No." With that he pinned Robin to the floor with a sticky X.
"Get him!" Robin shouted. Red X swung out a skylight and the rest of the Titans took chase.
"A hologram I take it?" said Robin.
"Yup." Said the real X. Robin shook his head and sighed.
"But a real bonds?" X grinned.
"Well, I didn't really want you to run away."
"Who says I was gonna run away?" Robin drawled.
"I don't mean run away from a fight." X clarified.
"I know." Muttered Robin, blushing slightly. X's eyes widened and he swallowed.
"See here's the thing." Said X straddling Robin who made a half-hearted attempt to escape. X pulled off his mask and raised an eyebrow.
"For the record." Robin explained "At least I can say I tried to escape." X laughed, low and husky, Robin bit the inside of his cheek.
Please tell me I'm not blushing...
"You were saying?"
"Right. Here's the thing. You're not letting me sleep." Robin blinked.
"Um, sorry?" He tried.
"Not good enough. I'm sick of being plagued by stupid daydreams." Robin was desperately fighting the urge to blush and giggle.
"Right." He managed "And you are telling this to me because..."
"I want you to do something about it."
"Like what?" X pretended to think.
"Let's see, we're alone, you're bound and I'm straddling you, what could we possibly do in this situation?"
"How long is you're hologram gonna keep them busy?" He breathed.
"Long enough."
It could be wrong
Could be wrong
This is out of control
So it became that whenever X felt like a... well, a casual fuck, he would set off alarms somewhere. The Titans would come running, he'd send them off somewhere else and then fuck Robin. The rest of the Titans, not nearly as stupid as they occasionally appeared, followed X's hologram only as far as the door before going to a pizza place. In the end, everyone was happy. Well, nearly everyone.
Hold me
Our lips must always be sealed
Robin took a breath of air as the Titans crashed into the jewellery store. This probably wasn't going to go down well. This time as X fired a sticky X at Robin, he simply stepped out of the way. Red X was the only one to notice this however. The rest of the Titans simply went along with routine, Robin raised an eyebrow after them. He was going to have to talk to them about that. There was a more pressing issue at hand however.
"Didn't want to be bound today Robin?" came X's voice. Even the robotic sound of it couldn't mask the uncertainty.
"No." Robin concentrated on eliminating every bit of emotion from his voice and face.
"Any particular reason why?"
No emotion, no emotion, no emotion...
"I got sick of meaningless sex." That wasn't quite a lie. He hadn't got sick of meaningless sex. Just meaningless sex wasn't quite enough anymore.
"Any particular reason why?" X repeated.
No emotion, no emotion, no- fuck it.
"Don't you want more than this?" He demanded of the still invisible X "Isn't there more than a chain of, of whatever this is?" Silence greeted his words.
"Whatever," Robin muttered, feeling embarrassed and girly "I'm gonna go find my team." And then he was gone. Alone in the shop Red X, no James, slumped against a wall, trying to decided whether or not he had just been dumped. He pulled of his mask and whispered into the darkness.
"It would never work. Can't you see that?"
It could be wrong
Could be wrong
It would never last