Hey everyone. I've decided to start a new story! Go figure huh? I kept wondering why there weren't so many Red X fics. He's such a cool character and since his background and identity are secret there's a lot of material that could be thought up. Give the guy some credit. He rocks!!!
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Disclaimer-I don't own the Teen Titans and all that stuff.
Red X stood before her in anxiety waiting for her to give him an answer. A few weeks ago he had fought along side Robin against Dr. Chang. They made a pretty good team, him and Robin did. X could admit to being a glory hog and the fact that Robin had managed to take the power belt to his suit, which he had stolen fair and square, had made a pretty big dent in his pride. He could do a decent job with out the suit, but it was much more thrilling to have the abilities it granted him. He tried to steal the belt back when the Titans weren't around, but the security around it was too accurate for even him. Now, he had moved to a last resort: have someone steal it for him.
"I'll make you a deal X. I'll get you the belt, but in return I want to hire you for a couple jobs," Marty Barajas interlaced her fingers while she slouched in her chair. Red X came to Marty because her rumored reputation was enough to match that of Slade. It was said that she was part of a crime trust that pretty much owned the Black Market. The trust was named the Shadowed Pentagram because there were supposedly five different people involved within the trust. Marty was unusually young to be a criminal mastermind, and dressed the part of a high school student. Baggy jeans, t-shirt, wrist accessories, and suspenders that attached to her belt loops and hung down her legs. She didn't look professional so to speak.
"What kind of jobs?" X asked suspiciously. He was all in it for himself; he didn't want to do stuff for other people.
"Simple stuff. I'll explain them to you once we get your power belt back. For now I want your word that you actually do them. If you don't agree to do them you don't get your belt. If you agree and don't do them you'll be killed. Catch my drift?" Marty smiled sinisterly down at him.
"Um. Yea, sure thing. I'll do your jobs,"
"Good," Marty got up from her chair and walked down the short stairway over to X. "Then it's a deal. I get your belt for the Titans; you do a couple jobs for me," She extended her hand. X griped her fingers and they shook hands to finalize their agreement.
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Ok. This is the shortest chapter I've ever written, but it's my intro and you guys will have to deal with it. If you want to see a pic of Marty.
Go to my bio and click the link. R&R