He was different and he knew it. His friends were different too, but in a different sense. He didn't fit in with his friends, he didn't fit in with the world, he just didn't fit. He always knew that too. His best friends were Starfire, Cyborg, Raven, and Beast Boy. Cyborg and BB were originally human but because of some lab accidents BB was made into a green skinned person with the ability to change into any animal, and Cyborg, because of the loss of some of his major organs and limbs is now a half robot. Starfire and Raven however were both a princess of some kind from a different planet. He was the only 'normal' person in the group so to say.

But then again he wasn't normal. He trained in the martial arts since he was eight at least. He had trained in other styles and forms which no one knew anymore, without really knowing what they were. At some point around his sixteenth birthday last year he had just done it. All of the information came pouring in and he just couldn't get rid of the information. He decided that he should practice it, after all what was the use of information if you never used it. Strangely he found himself calming himself before he started. He began to let go of his emotions then. And he began going through agonizingly slow movements one would use with a sword. He would go through each and every movement of the two completely opposite forms that were ingrained in his memory.

Once his muscles got used to the strain and the movement of his hands and feet along with the rest of his body as he had to keep form as much as possible he went and got real swords. He now had at least six and would willingly and happily get more. Sometimes he found that he could go for a very long time before actually tiring or breaking a sweat. Very much unlike what he usually was able to do. And that in itself was quite a lot for he had grown up the protégé of 'the' Batman. What was the most infuriating feeling however, was a strange power inside of him that he just couldn't seem to touch. He realized that he must have been able to access it somewhat because of the sword practicing but there was so much more.

As time passed he seemed to be able to grow deeper into it only tiny bits at a very long time but still he grew. By the time he was seventeen and a half he had found a way to block his thoughts and feelings from Raven, which was very hard to do. He had accomplished being able to sense other people in a hundred foot range vicinity. It came in very useful before a battle. But he swore that he would never use this power in front of his friends or in an actual battle. He didn't know what would happen if he did. He was afraid of this power but he was dying to use it. He knew that it seemed dark and angry and full of so much emotion that it scared him at some points, but he loved that feeling as much as this strange thing's other side, which was calm and so far from emotion that in his opinion it was like the ocean so peaceful and calm. He really did prefer that side, but he did like the other one all the same. He would learn it, if it was the last thing that he ever did. His team didn't know of his 'powers' as he eventually decided to call them for he could not even begin to guess what its name was.

It was a late July evening when all of the titans were sitting in their awesome living room watching their near floor to ceiling t.v. when the alarms that indicated crime in the city went off. Not even a second later they were able to hear robin yell two very special words.

"Titans, Go!" Robin sprinted to his motorcycle, which he had modified to hold the six katana swords that he currently had, although his team knew nothing of this. It was strange keeping secrets from his friends but he had done it before with the red x thing, but that was of necessity. He did enjoy some of it in a cynical way. He really was better at fighting as Red X but now he had improved through hard work instead of his anger. Which Bruce had taught him long ago was not to be used in a fight, although it did make him powerful. But, he had noticed that reviewing his training sessions now and the Red X files that he was now surpassing his Red X persona. Well that was all well and good but pretty soon, if he got any better, his friends would notice. Oh well. Since there was a robbery he had to go. If he got better any further he was sure that Batman would notice and come along and then there would be a lot of explaining to do that would definitely be unwanted by himself. He would have to take it down a notch. Though he knew he would never be able to do that. Practicing these forms were like a drug. He really enjoyed using them. If he were to be without them he wasn't sure what he would do. It had become such a part of himself nowadays.