Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious!

Summary: In which Robbie Shapiro develops superpowers, and Jade West is the keeper of his secret identity. So, they're sort of like Bruce and Alfred...except not. RobbieJade, BeckCat, AndreTori, AU

This is a result of me watching The Amazing Spider-Man, The Dark Knight Rises, and a bunch of episodes of Victorious, all very close together. I have a big soft spot for Rade, and I just really wanted to write this. I would love it if y'all reviewed! I'm so excited about this fic, it's not even funny. Anyway! This first chapter is just a little introduction to the characters. The real stuff is to come later! Thanks so much for reading!

Eagle Eye
Chapter One: More Than a Slight Problem

Robbie Shapiro huffed in disappointment as he stormed down the street, kicking a can feebly and nearly tripping over it as he did so.

It was a sunny day. One of those beautiful days that caused everyone to crawl out from wherever they were holed up in and gawk, like they had never even seen the sun before. Just because days like this were pretty commonplace where he lived, didn't mean that they had any less of an affect on the people around him.

The fact that the weather was so perfect, when his day in question was not, made Robbie want to claw his eyes out at the irony of it all.

He had always been a target for bullies, sure. It was obvious. He wasn't buff or strong or fast or smart. He stumbled over his words, unable to even come up with even the most obvious of responses. Such as:

"You like an idiot, Shapiro," they say.

"Er...ah...um...no!" he replies.

Like that.

Robbie growled to himself as he shoved his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. They were slightly crooked, he now noticed. Well, that one guy did step on them, he supposed. He peered at them quizzically, opting to not bend them back into shape. Knowing his luck, he'd probably shatter them completely and have to go blind the rest of the week.

The walk to his house was always a trecherous one. There was always the opportunity for bullies to follow him and attack him during this walk. Not many people were usually around this area, so he wouldn't put it past them to try and jump him anywhere, really.

He passed a park on the way to his house. Children were playing, happily shouting and running about. Parents stood to the side and watched them as they enjoyed what was probably the best years of their lives. That is, before they discovered just how much words and fists could hurt, and how practically anything could be used as a weapon against the people they deemed inferior.

Geez, talk about cynical, Shapiro.

But he felt he had a reason to be, at least at this juncture in his life.

As he walked, he rotated his shoulder slightly. Just that action brought him pain and discomfort. Having your arm twisted so far behind your back until you believe it will be yanked out of its socket will do that to a person, he supposed.

He guessed he should just be grateful that was the only thing that went wrong today.

Oh, wait...definitely not the only bad thing...

Robbie slapped his face with an open hand, groaning as he made the familiar turn down the street to his house. In just a few minutes he would be able to see the familiar peak of his roof, the green, well-manicured grass of his home. He often wondered if his parents were disappointed with him - nice house, nice job, better-than-nice income. Two children, one of which had graduated and was going to law school, and his record at high school was stellar in the truest sense of the word.

Randal Shapiro was quarterback of the football team, point guard on the basketball team, shortstop for the baseball team, prom king (Junior and Senior years), member of the Beta Club, on the track team, and Valedictorian.

Robbie was on the yearbook committee and a member of the Theater and AV Clubs.

Not to mention all those nights he had a meeting of his own, when he got what few friends he had and had a night of playing Halo.

He supposed that just gave all the bullies more ammunition.

It really got bad once Randal graduated. Then Robbie became prime bullying material. He guessed it had to do with the fact that everyone revered Randal Shapiro, and though his kid brother was potentially easy game, they didn't do anything out of respect for him.

Robbie figured that the supposed "respect" only went so far. What Randy doesn't know, won't hurt him.

He managed to make it to his front door without any other problems. Walking into his house, he saw that neither of his parents were in the vicinity, so he began to make a sandwich for a snack - which would probably transfer over to supper as well. After only a few minutes, Robbie folded the top piece of bread over his peanut butter and banana concoction and then grabbed a bottle of juice from the refrigerator.

Making his way up the stairs, he took a bite of his sandwich, moaning as he did so. As soon as he opened the door, half the sandwich was gone, and Robbie was still hungry.

I'll make another one later... he thought, dully, trivially.

Robbie made his way over to his stereo and pressed play. The rapid, incessant beats of some punk band whose name he couldn't remember rang out and assaulted his ears. He found it nice, almost a reliever of stress.

Flopping on his bed, he took another bite of his sandwich and stared up at the ceiling, the juice bottle hanging limply in his thin fingers. He found himself drifting away into a different world, one where he wasn't bullied or the most unpopular guy in school or the guy that made a complete ass of himself -

No, no, no. Do not think of that!

Robbie rubbed his face, dislodging his glasses from his nose and groaning. Maybe, if he pressed hard enough, his fingers would claw out his brain.

And then, just like that, the thought was interrupted by a banging at his window.

He jumped, the juice bottle falling completely out of his hand and hitting the shag carpet of his room. He darted his eyes over to his bedroom window and saw a familiar face - a face that he didn't really want to see at this moment.

Robbie groaned as the girl kept banging on his window, desperate and with a grin, standing on the small lattice of woodwork that was on the side of the house. A makeshift ladder, of sorts. This was no one-time thing, though. Her visits were like clockwork. He rose and opened the window, saying, "You know it's never locked, Jade."

Jade West's grin never subsided - morbid and toothy, it was like staring into the face of a panther. "You told Cat you loved her today?"

"Aaghh!" he whined, his hands on either side of his skull, as if to squeeze his brain out like toothpaste.

She walked over to the mound of throwpillows set in front of his large television and plopped down as if she owned the place. "You really are a suave guy, Robbie."

"Thanks for bringing that up," he snapped, but it came out as more of a meow than a roar. "I was trying to forget that."

"I think Cat was, too."

Robbie threw a pillow at her.

Jade caught it like it was nothing. "You throw like a girl, Shapiro," she said snidely. "But do tell what happened. Knowing your side of the story will make it easier to make fun of you."

Robbie fell to the floor, not even bothering to sit down on the bed or the large gaming chair in the corner of the room. He could protest all he wanted, but really, he wasn't sure if he wanted to. He knew that Jade would make fun of him until his ears bled, but she was his next door neighbor, and probably the only person that hung out with him on a regular basis - other than Sinjin. And Sinjin's favorite topic of conversation was mold.

He banged his head on the wall purposefully and then leaned back and stared at the ceiling again. "It was an accident."

A pause.

"Oh, that's one heck of an explanation, there."

Robbie leaned forward and pressed his palms to his forehead, tangling his fingers through his hair. "I dunno...it was...bad. We were just talking, and I think I zoned out, and then I blurted I love you! Like I'm some kind of babbling moron."

"Not arguing with you there."

"Jade," Robbie groaned.

"Right, right," she said, raising a hand to her mouth. "Go ahead."

"And then she left," Robbie continued, not able to help himself. Jade might be condescending and rude, but at least she was someone who listened. Even if her comments were acidic and unhelpful most times. Okay, all the time. "Laughed and patted my shoulder and turned around and left with Beck."

Jade shrugged. "She is a space-case, that one," she said, not unkindly. She and Cat were friends, after all. "She might not have known what you meant."

"She did, or she wouldn't have talked to you about it!"

"For once, you have a point," Jade said, scoffing. "She said you were gross and looked like a spider."

"What?!"

Jade raised both hands, as if surrendering in a gun fight. "Just joking, dude. Geez."

"You...are pure evil, West."

"Wanna go get tacos?" she asked, randomly. "I'm starving."

"...I just ate."

"PB and banana is not food."

Robbie laughed at her, allowing himself to feel slightly happy for the first time that day. "Fine. You're driving, though."

"Obviously," she drawled. "I may be a vegetarian, but I'm not eco-friendly enough to walk everywhere like your ass. Let's go."

"Fine, fine," he said, walking toward the door. When he didn't hear Jade behind him, he turned around to see her climbing down the side of the house. "You could come through the house, you know, instead of climbing up and down the side all the time."

She shrugged her thin shoulders in response. "I need the thrill," she replied, and then disappeared from his sight.

Rolling his eyes as he marched down the stairs, Robbie figured that if he had any more thrills in his life, he'd be six feet under.

End Chapter One.