Disclaimer: I have no intention of even pretending that I, simple student and struggling writer, own any fraction of the awesome that is Teen Titans. I would simply like to take the characters out of the norm and play a little while. After I finish, I promise to put them back.

Note: Ah, I actually have a really busy schedule this week, but for some reason my brain wouldn't shut up; finally I threw my blankets off of me and stomped over to my computer. I started writing this at 3 in the morning so forgive me if it might seem a little...I don't know...weird. Oh well, two chappy's in two days *pats self on back.* Hope you like it. Read A/N.

Thank you's: I always like to reserve a section in my updates to thank all those who reviewed the previous chapters. So without further ado, Mary and Kirei Yuki Tenshi, Thanks for your reviews. They are probably the reason why my brain is pressuring me to write this at all hours of the night, but oh well. Cookies and Coco-Moo for you! (And my English teacher said I was a horrible poet.....Chyeah whatever.)

Midnight Maestro:

Music in Mayhem:

The night was young, the moon full, and not a cop in sight.

Show time..... A deep breath of preparation passed through the skull-faced mask. The figure stepped forth from the shadows, his muscles rippling with cat like ambulation beneath the skin tight suit.

He pulled the grapple gun from the holster on his utility belt and aimed it high. With a satisfying pull of the trigger, the hook shot silently from the barrel and sailed fluidly though the air, dropping with a small-

Thunk

-On the Museum rooftop.

He loved that noise. The infamous thief known as Red-X back peddled a few steps until he felt the grappling hook catch. With a few test tugs, he nodded his head in approval finding the strength of whatever the rope clung too, adequate to support his weight. Again, gloved fingers, pulled back on the trigger, this time retracting the rope, thus propelling him heavenward towards the roof. Before hitting the small concrete turrets lining the cupola, the masked crusader flipped forward, twisting mid-air, landing on his feet; his legs slightly bent to absorb sound and shock. Clipping the gun back to his belt with one hand, he used the other to pull out the glass cutter and suction cup.

Red-X couldn't ignore the small tingle of thrill igniting in his fingertips, then traveling up his arms, gaining momentum. By the time it reached his feet, his body felt alive with a rush of adrenaline and promise. This was how heists were supposed to be. Blood pumping, heart pounding, goosebu-

Wait... All manners of villainy paused, his brow furrowing in thought. Thats not right....

Jobs were to be carried out under a semblance of detachment; cool indifference. Get in. Get out. Get paid. That simple.

At least it was supposed to be. But lately a certain Teen Titan had him taking jobs usually not even worth his time or skill.

Raven, Raven, Raven.... He tsked with a crooked smirk. If you only knew....

Red-X shook the picture of his amethyst eyed sorceress from his head, mentally willing himself back to the task at hand. He didn't want to alert the Teen Titans......yet. First he had to be sure that he'd be successful before entertaining thoughts to alarm those laugh-worthy 'super-heros.'

The thief snorted incredulously behind his skull guise. That bird brain leader wouldn't know the definition of 'super hero' if it surgically removed the stick out of his ass.

Take last week's job for example. All it took was a few well placed Chloroform bombs and Bird Brain, Green Bean, and Other-World Barbie were out of the picture; followed up by an electrically charged X to the back of the Tin man, and the Titans were down, leaving him and the Sorceress some 'quality time.'

Red-X unconsciously rubbed the bruised area where his shoulder confused the diamond display with a bouncy castle.

Maybe I did cross a line...or two. He grinned impishly.

Flash Back: Eight Days Ago

"....But you know," Red-X continued, slinking his way closer to Raven. He stood behind her, watching as cloaked shoulders tensed at his presence. Reaching out, fingers traced a pattern on the back of her neck; his head leaning over her shoulder to gaze at the Darya-ye Noor Diamond. "I was never one for 'Look but don't touch'." Raven turned her face away from his, narrowed eyes searching the corridors for her teammates.

"What did you do to my team?" Her voice was shaky, be it from fear, tension, anger, lust...He didn't know. But he secretly hoped it was the latter. Just a little sign would've be nice. Some sort of indication that he was finally reaching her after all this time of waiting, watching.....wanting.

"Awww, Sunshine," He groused, "You don't like spending time with me? What is it? Do I have bad breath or something?" Red-X cupped his palm and puffed into it before sniffing tentatively. "Nah, can't be that. I'm minty fresh."

Raven rolled her eyes and stepped away from his disconcerting proximity. "I'm sure the inmates at Jump City Pen will love that." She crossed her arms, her feet leaving the museum floor only to halt a few inches from the ground.

"Now see," Red shook his head chidingly and placed his hands behind his back; the adhesive X slipping into his right glove. "If I had known you were going to rain on my parade, I would've brought an umbrella." Raven let her arms fall by her side, a defensive stance not lost to her masked opponent's critical eye.

"What you should have brought," Raven stated flatly, thick curls of ebony snaking from her fingertips, "Was a Jock-Cup." Red-X tilted his head, puzzled.

'Jock Cup?'- Masked eyes widened in realization flickering to the oncoming projectile.

He barely had time to dodge the pipe approaching his lower half at alarming speed, while simultaneously launching the X he had hidden behind his back. He heard Raven give a gasp as the adhesive weapon connected to its intended target, sending her out of the air and trapping her against the back wall. Red-X took his time rolling to his feet and dusting off his suit, lazily turning to the struggling Sorceress.

His new design had worked flawlessly.

No way she's phasing through that anytime soon. He smirked proudly behind his mask, meandering over to stop in front of her. He wagged his finger accusingly at Raven, biting back a chuckle at her disheveled appearance. Her face was red from exertion, arms trapped to her sides by his weapon of choice. It wasn't everyday the demoness was caught off guard.

"Now that, my dear," He tapped her on the nose almost affectionately, "Was below the belt." Raven pulled away from his touch.

"No," The purple haired girl growled. "This is." Without warning her knee slammed upward, connecting violently with his 'other family jewels'.

With a sputtering cough, Red-X lurched forward, his hands moving south to cradle the throbbing member.

"And I half expected it to be a rolled sock." She stated dryly, an unidentifiable gleam in her eye that could only be described as sadistic. Raven didn't even attempt to hide her smug grin. It wasn't every day that arrogant thief was caught off guard. She lifted a brow as he stood up straight, his breath slightly labored through the voice distorter.

"Th-at," He adolescently squeaked before clearing his throat, "That was uncalled for." The thief hissed coughing.

"Well then," Raven smirked, "I guess this would be too." Red-X deftly dodged her knee again with a victorious-

"Ha!" Only to find his ankles cut out from under him as a trendil of Raven's power tripped and flung him away like a rag-doll. He flew backwards into the center of the room, crashing into the display case of the very diamond he had come for in the first place. Red-X rolled onto his back, groaning in pain with a hint of irritation. He let a few choice curses seethe through clenched teeth, mentally berating himself for falling for such a simple trap.

Way to go Romeo. If she didn't like you before, that suave landing preluded by such 'friendly' banter just sealed the deal. He muttered bitterly. The thief wasn't sure who he was more angry at, at the moment; himself for falling for her trick, or her for tricking him in the first place. The black clad man sat up, his hand going to his head feeling the beginnings of what would be a hell of a headache.

He shook the glass off his suit, taking a mental list of rips, tears, and injuries that would now need tending too thanks to his highly unsuccessful Peter Pan impression. With this reference his thought process was pulled into another direction altogether.

Hmmmm, Raven in a Tinkerbell outfit....Nice... Red-X halted his movements, savoring the image before storing it in the back of his mind for later use.

Diamond now, Perversion later...

"You know, Sunny," Red-X stood, cracking his neck, "I would thank you for the help, seeing as you got me into the display," He watched as Raven's eye's narrowed. "But I can't say I agree with your methods." He stretched the kinks out of his arms, feeling each and every bruise that was now peppering his limbs, torso, and back.

Ignoring the stinging pain that even the slightest motion induced, he reached down and grabbed the coral tinted Darya-ye Noor laying open in a wasteland of glass, cotton stuffing and splintered wood. Once it was safely tucked into his utility belt he turned back to Raven. She appeared frustrated, unable to push the coils of power much further than a few feet from her spot on the wall. The fight with the Hive earlier that day in addition with Red-X's little venture had finally taken it's toll. Her energy level was next to non-existent.

"What's the matter, pretty bird? Polly outta power?" The thief taunted, unclipping his grappling gun. "Oh well," He shrugged firing at a high window opposite Raven. "Next time, Sunshine, you can tie me up!" Without staying for her cynical retort, he disappeared into the night.

End of Ridiculously Long Flash Back 0.o

He shook his head, and smiled at the memory of Ravens signature glare leveled at his back as he escaped through the window. That look promised death, resurrection, and death once more. That or very rough make-up sex.

Again, I prefer the latter....

One hand cut a wide hole around the suctioned glass held in place by his other hand. With a final twist and jerk, the small window piece popped out of place revealing a nice sized gap he could jump down into. Delicately removing the fragile piece off to the side, he moved to sit on the edge of the hole, legs dipping into the inky blackness that was the Museum after hours.

With an accurately thrown X, he triggered the alarm system. The defining ring sang from the Museum depths piercing the air with the subtle promise of Titan interference...he hoped. Red-X once again paused. There were some who lived their lives listening to the hum of technology, others the grinding of gears, and some the pages of a book or roar of fans. But him; He savored the shrill peal that accompanied his chosen profession with a wistful smile.

Music to my ears....

A/N:Well hopefully that will sedate my creative drive for at least a couple hours so that I may get some shut eye. I love to read feedback, so if you would please:

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It would encourage me to write faster..... *hint hint*

Plus I would like to hear your opinion on the Raven/RedX interaction. Too predictable, too anti-climactic, too little.....Give me clues people so that I might improve to make the story better for you!

~Ambrosia