Mike 'X' Grayson Revised

Summery: Richard Grayson became an orphan , Richard becomes Robin, Robin becomes leader of the Teen Titans, but wait... whatever happened to Mike? The life of Micheal James Grayson, no slash, no sarcasm (not), and absolutely no flames thanks, slight StarRob TerraBBRaeRed, note not Terra hater, but does that really matter?

Disclaimer: (Note anyone with a brain can skip this unless they want to here me insult thick/STUPID people) Of course I own the titans, (roles eyes) and they've been canceled because I love them so much. Oh come on... have you honestly ever met someone on here that actually owns the TV/Cartoon/Book/Anime/WHATEVER that their writing about. OF COURSE I DON"T OWN THEM STUPID. If I owned them they wouldn't have been canceled or replaced by new shows like some stupid show that has something to do with nose hairs or something (No offense if your into Bo Bo whatever)

Ok one with my remixed/revised/whatever you wanna call it story.

Prologue
aka
Stuck In Between

The fiery depths of the volcano bubbled beneath a battlefield filled with fallen men and women. Between the two hung a man clinging to the wall by his right hand. Above him, just out of reach (as everything seemed to be right now) lay a red and black X shaped dagger precariously perched on a small ledge. It was irreplaceable, and considered to be the prized weapon of the raven haired man hanging beneath it. Right now, however, it meant nothing to him. It lay there as doomed as him.

'I'm getting to old for this.' He thought as his gray-blue eyes looked down as the lava below him. His eyes hadn't always been that color. Once they had been an icy blue that could chill men like Slade, Nightwing, and even Batman, but at age 53 the icey flame had died down a bit. Instead of the chilling affect they had a darkness to them that seemed to comaned power. Come to think of it, onlya fewpeople had ever bein able to resist their affects. All of which had trained or trained with him. Oh the good old days back when he was training at th—

His hand slipped again thanks to the sweat on his hand. He couldn't help himself; he looked down. Oh if only he could pull himself up. You see, this was no ordanary man. By some he was considered the Prince of Theifs. After all, he was the second best of his age. This man even at the age of 53 could still put teenagers to shame with his wonderfully annoying sarcasm which he had gotten from his mentor, talketive and rather destracting speech during a battle with a worthy apponent, and of course his athletic, stealthy, and cunning abilities. That had been why he had been able to hold on to this dumb ledge for the past 15 minutes. If it weren't for the fact that he had broken his arm before falling, he probably would have climbed up by now. Even he couldn't clime with a twisted ankle, a broken arm and a 30 pound weight tied to his leg. Right now his only hope for survival was someone, who didn't want him dead, coming along deciding tolook reclessly over the edge.

This man was hanging off a ledge right above a pit of molten lava. His chances of survival were little to none. Even he knew he was a dead man. And what do all dead men do before heading for the light at the end of the tunnel? They relive there past as it flashes before there eyes. To everyone else it would be only seconds, but to him, it would be an etenity.

Before him he saw his parents and childhood. For the most part he had grown up with the circus as his parents had been trappez artistes. The only time he hadn't been there was on the rare chance he saw his Uncle James, his fathers brother. Now the one memory he wished he could forget. The one memory that still sometimes haunted his dreams. This was the memory that had changed his and his brothers lives throwing them on opposite sides the line. This memory was the memory of his parents deaths.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Ok it was a bit short, but oh wells. Next chapter will be sorta like the first chapter in the original only... improved, or maybe not as I've lost the original because of a crashing computer and a pranking friend. Anyway THIS WILL BE DIFFERENT FROM THE ORIGINAL! Don't get mad at me when it is. It will be similer, but still different. If you don't like this flame me and be ignored. And anyone who hasn't read the original I hope you like this. Read and Review! If you don't feel like reviewing but like the story it just click the little purplish butten and put a letter down that isn't n. If you don't like toreview and DON"T like my story, review by typing no, not, never or something starting with an 'n' and I'll be happy. My next chapter will be longer.

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Oh and before I forget next chapter will have an insert from Chaos Crew as will most chapters. Don't like it? Fine just skip them. They'll be at the bottem of the real story.

Leader of the Chaos Crew

Lionheart wb23