It's been a couple of weeks since Robin landed in this fake world. It's not real, it's not his. The people walking by aren't real, the kids skipping by holding their parents hands aren't real, none of them were real. He's just in another one of Mad Mod's illusions, albeit, this illusions much more… sane. Lacking a lot of swirls and creepy thingy's to hypnotize him. Maybe he was already hypnotized?

Can't rule that one out yet.

During the first week, he was in Jump City, or the fake Jump City seeing as there wasn't the giant T in the middle of the giant lake (Where it was SUPPOSED to be). Lo and behold, all that was left was a small patch of land. He thought he failed them, failed and survived while they died. It wasn't until he caught sight of a piece of newspaper. It wasn't the usual bolded letters boasting about the Titans accomplishments. No speculation as to who we were before we took on our roles.

It was of the Justice League and a younger him.

In the picture it was of Batman and the rest of the League standing overly proudly in front of the Hall of Justice, with a young Robin by Batman's side. Smiling like it was an honor to stand beside the bastard. The date gave away the fact that he wasn't in the past, so that was one theory scratched off. That left one last solid theory, one that he's had a personal experience with.

Larry. Or technically his counter part, was literal proof that parallel dimensions existed. So now that he knew that he was in a parallel dimension that just left two glaringly obvious problems to solve.

The first, avoid the Justice league. From what he gathered, they're more involved with crime that won't end in body counts. Not only that but majority of them are accompanied by partners of their own. Which meant they have more eyes and ears he had to avoid, hence why he stuck to Jump City and away from cities protected by any hero.

The answer to this problem was obvious actually. Assume his previous identity, Red X. As far as he knew, there was no record of a Red X in this universe. That tidbit of information makes his life slightly easier at the moment, considering he won't have to go through the trouble of recreating a new persona.

Coming back to the problem at hand, it would most likely be difficult to gain the materials to recreate the complicated suit. Which would force him to search for a supply of Xenothium. That itself would take him longer then he would prefer, and he would have to buy the basic items for the suit.

The second problem, finding a way back to his universe. He would have to steal more tech (Either from Wayne Tech or LexCorp, which he has no problem with), or get help from the Justice League themselves. There's no doubt in his mind he would have to face them eventually. It was inevitable considering he has no plans on becoming a regular citizen during his stay. He would, however, prolong that meeting as long as he could. He could count the amount of times he's the League members on one hand and have fingers to spare.

So it's obvious that he holds a bit of a grudge against the Leaguers. They never took their partners as seriously as we would have liked, and thought us Titans as some ragtag group of angsty teens. They wanted to shape us in to sidekicks who would come when called, who would stay by their side rather then than help us create our own path.

Batman was the worse, as expected by most. He made sure to run his ideals and training into Robins bones, criticism becoming a common thing in the home life back then. But as soon as he was shot, he was nearly stripped of his role as Robin. Robin was the last essence he had of his mother, and he would be damned if he let someone like Bruce take it away from him. He left that night, and the rest became history.

During his stay in this universe, he managed to find one of Slades old hideouts. The place was abandoned, the gears rusted from time and the computers barely functional. The cobwebs and layers of dust that had covered the area were easy to clean, and eventually the lair resembled the way he remembered it to look. The lair became one of his bases of operation, with less then a handful more through the city and one within Bludhaven.

Once he was done with the spring-cleaning he got started with recreating the suit. The fabric and cape was the easy part, the tech and mask however… That would involve money. If he were to steal too much advanced tech, then that would cause some red flags to be raised in Jump. Which would end with the League to sending someone to investigate, something he would rather avoid.

So he became a broker for higher. He stole some small/essential tech needed for the larger computers to get them running and got to work. He started with small things, like selling documents from one company to another. He was paid generously and was eventually able to purchase the basic things needed for the suit. The lightweight but resilient cloth was bought from the latest line of tech by LexCorp while the mask and voice changer were made by an underhanded engineer for a hefty price. Once he had gotten the basics of his suit down he headed to Gotham, where an auction for a certain unstable core was being sold.