Teen Titans Presents – The X Files – Keep Guessing, Kids!
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This takes place after episode X and after the ten titans go 2003 comic with X and control freak. It's a dramedy but a bit POV to X, not Jay yet. I'm not sure if I should stick with it but will in this case. What the hey.
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Chapter 1: Unmasked?
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Ever have one of those days where your petty excuse of an existence just got turned onto its head in five minutes flat or less?
I have, twice. About a year ago, I woke up with a concussion and my head all buzzed from some creepy pit. Turns out the guy who showed me the pit, also partly forgot to erase some of my memories, so when he finally got a chance, he cut me lose.
Why?
Well, you'll just have to guess there, tiger.
I'm only just getting started because this is my memoir. My story to tell, this time.
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Sirens sounded into an earsplitting tantrum below his favorite hunting ground. The cheaply made fabrics that kept the thief's body limber and uniform were far from a low grade lycra and spandex. Had he cared to ask the opinion of a top designer who'd studied the origin of kevlar? No. He did not, thank you very much.
As for missing a good chunk of his past, red was the color he thrived by now.
Red blue….
And siren white. The all-American dream right there.
To strike it rich however –
"Up there! Bring him down!"
And however.
A swing to the top of one tower and the thief vanished, leaving the other men and women police officers to shake their heads.
Whatever the risks.
"Suspect used some kind of cloaking weapon. It's the same as the last sighting. Head back to the station, over."
When the sirens had stilled their yammering on, the thief magically re- appeared down towards the side streets in his civilian wear. He'd be spotted if he stayed too long, and so the thief drew up his hood and walked away.
A clinking of some priceless jewels, lying undetected inside his twin coat pockets.
"Catch ya later, coppers."
He snickered softly and dragged himself back to his loft, downtown.
"Another good night. And an even better pay for tomorrow. I love my job!"
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I had loved it, hated it once I'd found out how I was. A dorky brat who'd gotten blown up sky – high. Owch…he wasn't around anymore. That was, in the past. Right?
Red X. Fast – forward to the here and now, kids.
Funny, I didn't come up with the name. It was borrowed, donated to lil' old me for being such a good sport. I helped this kid; Chuckles I call him. His friends call him Robin, but I know who he really is.
Won't tell a soul. Sorry, it's a family thing. But get this! A few days ago, I had a guy…um, villain called Control Freak using his tech to mess with MY public image as a thief!
Can you believe it? Control Freak is an even bigger dweeb than I was! I clocked him and broke his toys, but Robin – being such a good kid, he came after me.
I, think I know but he wants to find out who I am.
If he knew, you guess he'd just toss me in prison right now, right?
That's where things get complicated. I know cause, I was there.
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"We won't be guessing long enough, X."
Robin of the Titans had been taunted all week by the criminal thief. His black skull mask remanding the virtuous do – gooder of his own shortcomings as a leader. '
"And I told YOU to stop messin' up my routes, Chuckles." X warned. '"I'm losing some very valuable steals that'll keep me outa trouble and out of your hair. Xenothium, included."
"You don't get any pity from me or my team. That was a one time deal with Chang." Said the leader, coldly to his clone of a sort.
The boy was somewhat leaner even with age, but he was a year older. Robin had been extremely athletic since a young age, while the masked X had a few more year to catch up. Robin was willing to fall, yet X was no sacrifice to anyone.
Even when he'd awoken to his new life from the grave, none of it mattered. He simply had escaped his old fate to start anew.
Having found Jump City to roost in while he recovered, X's motived remained his own.
Simply getting by with this stolen suit's power supply as his one main product to hoard away for decade if he expected to live forever.
And he might just do that.
The pit was a bit strange by how it made him stronger, and able to heal most wounds far faster than he could before with chicken shit body he'd carried.
Stepping a few feet back, X got ready to leap. Robin was there, not budging until he swung at X's belt, freezing his torso with a flashy ice disc. The heat not working while it had too recharge.
"Damn…. damn!!" X threw a fit. His masked face was the only thing not frozen, and stupid dick head here was going to do it. He was going to solve that mystery and ruin his rep as a villain!
X tried to talk the kid to a halt, nothing. Shit. He was determined, sickly so.
"It ends, X. No more games, threats. You're going to tell me what you know about –
"I don't know anything! Whatever you want, just take it!" The belt shorted and Robin smirked. Happy that he was mentally stronger than this shrimp encased in ice before him.
Ok. What would that "person" do in a situation like this one?
X bit his lip and though. He'd do that.
Yup.
"Ok, Chuckles, you win. Here I am! Go ahead…"
His curious foe only raised a brow, then furrowed them both. Not relenting.
"I will."
He reached out to grip the other teen's face; the one he hid behind, eyes shut and darkness clouding that vision of who lay beyond the skull and bone.
And that was –
Robin instinctively brought his face to hover a few inches closer to X's one, coated with the night's shadows.
Not for long.
"Who…–
"Made you look!"
Head - bonking a hero was not fun, as X's belt had JUST finished recharging. The ice shattered and Robin stumbled backwards, wincing at his bruise that was starting to form on the hero's forehead.
Skull in hand, head shaking from side to side, he soon looked up and gasped.
Time was forever the enemy to a hero.
Time, that X had manipulated before his very eyes.
"Keep guessing, kid – catch you on the flip!"
X flipped, off into a void beyond searching. A salute by the thief that last thing Robin saw... With the help of that blasted belt that Robin had crafted from his own obsession with another, mad man. One he was bent on unmaking someday. One he'd come to question the thief about and had failed. Again!
Just like Red – X.
His sliest creation, like sand in an hourglass.
He'd have to keep trying.
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