Xynothium Thief

"Sorry, kid. Some guys don't like to play the hero." X I'm just the guy that took the toys he wanted and happens to use them a lot better than the creator. I look a lot better in 'em too. X Time Line for my paras/chats.

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Anger: Raven || Red X

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Taking a defensive stance, Raven’s hands began to glow darker with energy. Trying to swallow her bubbling anger, she briefly realized her overreaction and felt a tinge of regret. He wasn’t a super villain. He wasn’t as big a threat as Slade or Trigon. He was an ambiguity, and it was enough to make her feel just uneasy enough to push her over the edge. She couldn’t deal with the fact that maybe they were going to be playing on the same side now and maybe she needed to get over her suspicions. Maybe.

“You should be so lucky…”

Summoning her magic, she raised her hand and chanted her mantra,

‘azarath, metrion, zinthos!’. A wall of black energy emerged from her palms and  raced toward him like a speeding train.

Either way, it couldn’t hurt to rough him up a bit.

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Red X watched with interest on her face expression  A lip twinge gave him enough information to tell him he needed to move. Now. He moved, rolling to the side summoning an X to his hand. He hid it, dodging and flipping trying to get near enough to throw the X on Raven's face.

For old times sake he wish he had a chair.

"Yeah, yeah."

When the thief was close enough he threw his X onto Raven's mouth. What happened next was up to Raven.

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You're Just a BatBrat. [ Robin (YJ) & Red X ]

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Robin didn't bother looking up from where he was stretching. He leaned forward and stretched out his back over his lap.

"Being a boy has nothing to do with yoga." He made sure to emphasize the word boy for X. Hurt his masculinity and all that.

With every exhale Robin went forward, although it seemed like he simply couldn't. "Sorry, grasshopper. Yoga improves balance and strength in specific spots. If you can't hold your balance while kicking, the you're no good."

"Plus the ladies love a guy that does yoga."

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X wanted to rolls his eyes, honestly he did. But right now it was time to play goodie-two-shoes. Maybe Bats would be so proud of him. Like he even cared about that anymore. 

"Never did it before." He hadn't, honestly. There were other ways he did things to stretch to try to attempt to be as limber as the acrobat. He wasn't genetically capable of doing most of Robin's graceful movements and it hurt his pride to admit the failure.

"Plus the ladies love a guy that does yoga."

Well... that came out of no where. Apparently this Robin had clearly defined sexual expectations. Red X could stop the laugh before it broke out of his lips and through his robotic mouth piece to become a somewhat creepy, barked out laugh.

"Who cares what they think? Last time I checked I did this for myself and no one else."

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Happy Harbor - (TT)Robin|Red X

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The words from Jay were so blunt that for a moment Dick wasn’t sure if the guy was pulling his leg or not. If he’d whipped out some sarcasm and Dick just hadn’t noticed because he was having a chat after such a terrible movie. He’d even gone so far as to glance over at Jay, trying to read the guy before he gave a bit of a smirk. “…That sounds like a really cheesy pick up line, which would be a first.” Most of the people he knew, who knew him as Robin wouldn’t throw out a pick up line. He was usually all business, all the time and while there was some freedom when he could remove the mask and be himself…this wasn’t a common thing. Perhaps Jay was just terribly weird and he had picked up a killer for coffee or something.

An unstable hero…a thought which caused Dick to tip his head, black locks falling into his eyes as he looked Jay over for a moment…the theater eerily empty now that the film was over and most of the others had left. To be honest…he didn’t know what happened. One moment Dick was sitting in his chair looking at Jay just contemplating his jaw line and the splash of white in those dark locks…and the next thing he knew he had leaned a bit closer…a hand had reached out to brush those strands of white. The movement was so innocent, so harmless but there was so much compassion and trust in that simple action.

As if they had known each other for years and this was fine. “…You can’t say that. You don’t know me. You can’t like someone you don’t know.” It was all deductive reasoning, an excuse to not let this progress…a reason on why Dick should have just gone home but instead he was sitting in an empty theater playing with the hair of a stranger. 

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"Meh, you seem to like corny anything. Thought it would work." Jay stated with rolling teal eyes at the thought. He didn't even bother watching teen next to him for a moment, not when he'd been specifically called out on doing something stupid. Oh well. He tried, not really, his best, again not really, to come off a little... flirty? Forward? He didn't know. Just seemed like something you did during or after a whatever this was. Part of him kept saying it was a date, and he wouldn't have minded calling it that; but still. What the hell were they doing again?

Apparently Dick had the bright idea to reach out and attempt to grab his purposefully white bangs. The touch was a bit shocking  okay majorly shocking. This kid didn't even know who he was but was doing something almost... intimate? Weird, this kid was more fucked up than he thought. Every part of him urged his hand to smack the kid's hand away but Jason's mind was a bit preoccupied with trying to find out how far this undercover vigilante was willing to go. A challenge? When did he ever pass those up?

“…You can’t say that. You don’t know me. You can’t like someone you don’t know.”

"Says the kid currently playing with my bangs like an amused three year old." The sentence was deadpanned, but he couldn't stop the partially amuse smirk plastering itself on his face. Dick could be quite the hypocrite. Oh well, it was amusing to catch the raven haired teen in them. Watching him squirm was always entertaining.

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You're Just a BatBrat. [ Robin (YJ) & Red X ]

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Robin anchored himself back and pulled X up. 

“Well since i’ve already kicked the crap out of you today, some easy stretching. I’m gonna break you back down through yoga, and some weight training. Then we’ll fight again til you can beat me.” 

Batman had filled Robin in on what X was, at least from what he and the Martian Manhunter had gathered. This was a time that Robin was particularly happy to be Batman’s partner, he didn’t know everything but he knew everything that would keep him safe. X wouldn’t beat Robin, no matter how well his leg healed. Of course both Batman and Robin’s definition of beating was to death.

Robin sat on the ground, on purpose, as an immediate annoyance to the fact that X just got up.  Gotta get those muscles working again. “Sit down, do as I do to the best of your ability.” He brought his legs in close, folded his feet open like a book, bent like a hinge and began his breathing. 

“Cobbler pose.” 

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Red X's mask morphed to fit the look his actual face underneath. There was no way in hell he was doing yoga. That stuff was for girls and Robin. And did he look like either? Nope. Not a bit. The thief just watched the kid and his stupid, no good explanations. Yeah, there wasn't really any way he was doing that.

Why did he do this for Artemis again? He was steadily forgetting.

"Yeah, kid, not doing that. Got anything less... well, girly and acrobat-y. I can't do that stuff." Red's teeth gritted at the thought of even admitting to not being able to do something like that. Then again, it was true. Being compared to Robin for months wasn't something he enjoyed. He couldn't be acrobat, he wasn't naturally limber and didn't work that way. His body simply wasn't built for it. Batman didn't get it but he hoped this Robin got it.

Or he was seriously considering just leaving and not even dealing with this Robin. Longer recovery be damned.

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You're Just a BatBrat. [ Robin (YJ) & Red X ]

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Robin really had no idea what exactly was happening. He thought he had made himself pretty clear. Were he and Red X having a moment? And more importantly, why?

"To get you back on your feet. To get you running across rooftops and fighting bad guys for truth, justice, and the American way." He didn't actually know why he said that. Superman said it to him once while he was injured and it really helped his spirits, made him more willing to get back on his feet.

"Listen, man. I don't... know you. I don't know anything about you but how dumb I think your mask is." Robin got down on a knee and made sure to look right in X's eyes, "I believe you're some kind of crazy tough guy, and I have no doubt that you could get better by yourself. But it would take longer and it would hurt more. You're obviously feeling a lot more dis than you're feeling aster. That's not the way you fix it."

Robin put his hand out one more time, "Get up. Lets fix that leg. Feel the aster."

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Red X almost had to laugh, actually he had to. He made a noise in his throat at Robin's 'American Way' speech. Who gave this kid his lines? Seriously, it was just horrible. But as the boy continued he rose an eyebrow. His mask was dumb.

"You made it, short stuff." The thief muttered out, the blacks of his mask moving to make a deadpanned look just as his face under his mask. Robin got closer to him, on bended knee as he kept talking. great, this Robin was a talker. How nice. Then the not-leader of the Young Justice team looked at him, giving a hands with a phrase that through him off. What did aster have to do with anything? He wasn't sure... but he'd accept the help anyway.

Plus he knew Robin would tell someone about Red accepting his help. Maybe get him some 'good' guy credit so people weren't trying to beat him up every five seconds. The thief grabbed Robin's extended hand and used it as leverage to pull himself up.

"So, kid, whatcha got in store for us?"

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Teen Titans 30 Day Challenge Day 2:

Favourite Villain - Red X

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437. Robin's briefcase, at the end of Revved Up, was empty. Red X had already stolen the real one and replaced it with a fake.

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457. Red X once snuck into Slade's old lair just for the fun of it. He messed around with some of the controls and stole tech that made his uniform even stronger than when Robin used it. He never found out that he had accidentally activated the dust in Slade's mask that caused Robin to go temporarily insane.

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You're Just a BatBrat. [ Robin (YJ) & Red X ]

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He went a little far with that first hit. Robin had no problem admitting that. He knew it the second it landed. He raised his elbow to lessen the impact as much as he could, his job wasn’t to break X more but to help him heal. Oops.

Robin stood, really hoping for something a little bit more resistance than what was given. Good thing he wasn’t actually going for his throat, that would have gotten him the chair in at least six states. He frowned, “Listen. I’m not trying to fight you. I was told to help you heal your leg. Get you better.” He put his hand out to help X up. 

“I’m sorry about that. Really.” He was really shooting for genuine here, “I thought with all the sass you were throwing my way you were a little bit better able to defend yourself. I apologize.” He made sure to look dead into the eyes of the dumb skull mask, “You’re vulnerable. You know that. You can’t go out there to do whatever it is you’re going to do, and be vulnerable.” 

“Let me help you.” 

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Red made a noise in the back of his throat as he felt the pressure to his ribs. He knew it could have been worse if the kid had tried. He wasn't trying to hurt him or scare him. The kid was just pointing out his weak spots... just like Batman. The thought slamming into his head hurt a bit more than it should have. This Robin was still a Batman prodigy, this robin still loved his adoptive father. He was dealing with a mini-Batman but with smiles that could lie better than any growl.

The thought crushed his reasoning. This was Robin, a completely different breed from his own. The other robin would rather hurt him than help him unless there was gain for himself and his band of misfit teenage heroes.

“Listen. I’m not trying to fight you. I was told to help you heal your leg. Get you better.”

The eyes on his mask stayed open even as the thief squeezed them shut. He didn't want to look at Robin's expersive domino mask right now. He didn't want to know how truly honest the statement was. He didn't need help. He'd been on his own since he was... well however old. Red hadn't even thought of keeping up with his birthdays after his mother's suicide. There wasn't a need, no one cared how old you were in the slums of Gotham. If you could steal, that's all that mattered. 

And that was pretty much what made him so good now in days.

“You’re vulnerable. You know that. You can’t go out there to do whatever it is you’re going to do, and be vulnerable.” 

“Let me help you.” 

The words stung his ears. Something completely just ruined him for the moment. Most of the fight that made him so good just... left him. The man relaxed into the ground, tipping his head back while opening his eyes to get a better view of the Boy Wonder.

"What do you want?" His voice monotone from the voice box programmed into the skull mask. Red X's chest rose and fell a bit labored in pace, trying to sort out what he needed to say. Words wouldn't form, and for once...

Red just wasn't sure what to say.

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You're Just a BatBrat. [ Robin (YJ) & Red X ]

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Immediately after X gave him permission, he swept his leg under X's injured one. The time for talk was over. With the intention of letting him drop, Robin fell with his 'foe' and sprang up from the wrist grab. His eyes narrowed when he landed, and he motioned him forward.  

Robin did kind of have other things he would rather be doing. Finding ways to get these people out of the cave and back home. Flirting with Zee. Even playing video games with Alfie was higher on the list than this. 

Robin decided to stay on the offensive and he sprang forward, making it seem as though he were going to slam his foot down on X's throat. "This fight is necessary. I've got all the authorization I need." Finally he dropped an elbow down to X's chest. 

"When you can hold your own against me, you're fit for action." 

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Red bit his cheek, palms flat against the ground after Robin had kicked his still injured leg. The thief gasped, trying to take in gulps of breath that just didn't seem like enough. Head tilted, forehead to the ground he found himself gasping and clawing at the ground as his leg throbbed. The downed anti-hero tilted his head to the side, finding there just to be enough time to roll away from the foot from crushing his neck.

He wasn't exactly sure what he'd done to this Robin to warrant a foot to the throat, but he'd try to fix that later. Preferably when he could legitimately defend himself encase both shared the need to punch first, ask questions later routine.

Red made a noise as the elbow slammed into his chest. His body attempted to curl into itself, worn and hurting from his previous attempts at training. He was the underdog of this fight, it was obvious now. But could he tap out? Would there be a legitimate way to cop out without copping out?

"Stop." Red heaved out, trying to take a breath, "I get it, y'know. Just stop. Can't deal with two." Two Robins trying to beat him up. Having one was enough, thanks.

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Beta Squad:[Robin; Red X]

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It took all of Robin’s willpower to not snap or lash out at Red X as the chiding began. He filled the bike up with fuel and the entire time kept his gaze away from the thief. He just wanted to get in and get out, he didn’t want to scope the place out for days on end before making their move he wanted to do it now. He knew it wasn’t proper, or the right way to go about it but that didn’t stop Robin from feeling the way he did. 

“…So you want to get a hotel room so you can eat and sleep before we do our job?” The question was direct, Robin not attempting to hide or ask anything else out of the ordinary as it just irritated him to think that was more time they would have to waste. Still, he curled his hands into fists, gloves giving a soft sound as he finished fueling up the bike and replaced the nozzle at the pump before he moved back into place on the bike that he’d really rather not go back on. 

“…We”ll find a hotel and get a room. If Batman asks you can tell him why it took us so long.” It was a dig right back at Red X but he really wans’t in the mood…he was probably hungry, probably tired which would only make his attitude worse but he honestly didn’t feel hungry or tired. He felt like he had to get this done— right away. 

He felt as if he was being placed under a microscope and that this Batman was going to review him before stating he wasn’t worth his time and toss him off to the side. It was stupid, he didn’t want that approval but the drive was still there. Robin needed to complete the mission, and do it with good marks. A hotel room wasn’t going to get him any closer to that goal. 

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Red X wanted to roll his eyes at the stupidity of this kid. Bruce had a lot of nerve to even tell him he wasn't good enough compare to this lousy shit. Obviously as well as being a douche and quite an awful person to be around he was just stupid. What genius? Where was the cunning thinker? All he had here was a wash up hero that needed a serious amount of work. Being told how he did things wasn't new or out of the ordinary, but saying they were wrong in a technical sense? No. Jay was one of the best in the business. He wasn't going to let this mission go to shit, not when so much resided on the out come of it.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Chuckles. We're going a room, a meal, and you're going to do your dective stuff while I do my stuff. Then we're goin' to sleep and tomorrow, IF I'm ready I'll get the case. You just need to find the dude behind it." Some days just punch the kid straight in the jaw sounded fun, though he couldn't base this reaction on an honest thought. He was tired and probably grouchy. They both were, "Just find somewhere with wifi and you'll be good." The thief mumbled out, letting the kid re-situate himself in front of his body. Hands back on Robin's waist. He couldn't help but know he would want to crawl in a hole and die before this mission was over.

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Happy Harbor - (TT)Robin|Red X

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This guy had to be a professional question tosser. It seemed like anything Dick thew his way was promptly rerouted back to him and thrown in his face to analyze. The question that did tie together his own attempt to take the guy out to coffee as well as his sexuality had Dick’s cheeks heating. Even in the theater with it’s lights a bit dim it was still…enough that Jay would be able to see it. So he tipped his head a bit away, a hand lifting to rub at his left cheek out of contemplation while trying to calm down. “…You saved a child. In my book that means going out for coffee.” It seemed so cliche and professional which after a moment he gave a bit of a chuckle.

The sound was soft and airy, his head tipping, blue eyes looking Jay over before he offered a bit of a sheepish smile. “…and maybe I had ulterior motives. You didn’t answer my question.” Dick was interested, how could he not be? For once he was out in a city that wasn’t his own and he didn’t have to worry who saw him or who knew him in his civilian clothes. He could lead a normal life…at least enough to have a bit of fun. Every teenager deserved to have some relaxation and experimentation time. It was a normal aspect of growing up (or so every television show had taught him). It wasn’t as if he lived an exactly cookie cutter normal life though either. 

Still Dick couldn’t come right out and say it. He couldn’t just throw out the obvious answer of ‘hey buddy, I like you’ because he couldn’t afford to admit if he was that close to someone. It seemed Bruce’s training was still an ever present thorn in his side.

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Jay couldn't help but feel a bit smug as the dork started blushing, even in the dark theater it was pretty obvious. The bird tilted away from him, rubbing his face trying to hide his shame. It was... endearing. How did this kid become a hero again? He was way too shy without his domino. Well, maybe shy wasn't the best word but meh. Jason wasn't exactly a word friendly kind of guy.

“…You saved a child. In my book that means going out for coffee.” 

A large portion of Jason wanted to laugh at the kid for thinking something so completely... well, stupid. Seriously, this kid? You save someone and you got them coffee. Robin must have been the perfect little Batdog. Jason's thought suddenly moved to a scalie-panties clad Robin running around getting coffee for the Justice League. The dual colored haired teen couldn't help the stupid snort-like noise that came out of himself. The picture was too God damn precious if he did that... He'd need to find out if Robbie had honestly done that at one point. It would be some serious blackmail.

“…and maybe I had ulterior motives. You didn’t answer my question.”

"I answered your question, kid. I don't have a preference... but you're slowly becoming it." Jason let the words slip out, the tone was clearly leering towards Dick. If the little Robin wanted to play cutesy, innocent boy then Jay would let him. To a point, obviously. The motive on his end was clear... he just wanted to get to know the dork he had been compared to on a daily basis. Then, again, it didn't help that the Titans' leader was attractive. Oh well, he'd bite a bullet and deal with the attractive teen as he did recon. Right, like that would be painful.

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“You know many knives that can cut my lines?”

[askallthetitans]

Raven: And whose fault is that… Cyborg: Look, it’s harder to design an entire building than you’d think! Robin: Towers don’t just sprout overnight.

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So glad I didn't live with you brats.

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Worth It || Artemis - Red X

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“You’re about to get another busted leg if you think I’m going to be anybody’s nurse,” she said with an amused smirk, experiencing a little Déjà vu as she found herself helping support Red up again. “But don’t worry I’ll make sure you get back before bedtime,” Artemis teased.  

She gingerly settled Red X into the wheelchair, a little more guilt piling on her. Because the image of this audacious and mysterious masked boy leveled down to the confines of pain, resting in a chair on wheels pushed by her seemed wrong. Really wrong. As she moved themselves forward she took the liberty of silently admiring his lithe, dark figure from behind, the curvatures of his broad shoulders. Like a black panther, he looked like he could jump and glide tree to tree, rooftop to rooftop, with ease of his lean but powerful muscles. Even at rest they were impressive. He looked like someone you’d want in a fight. But you know, minus the fact that he was almost crippled at the moment.

“Well I guess I’m playing chauffer,” the young archer mused as she passed through the infirmary entrance, “Where does your heart desire to have you?”  

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"Aw, but you'd be so perfect." Red out purred out, jokingly a bit. He wouldn't want Artemis as a nurse no matter how dire the situation would be. Arty would probably, if she was anything like himself, break him than fix him.

"Oh really? Is that a promise?" The thief leered before laughing at himself. He might have been a tad bit narcissistic but trying anything with a girl from another universe wasn't happening. It was like from a hand book Bruce gave him. 'What not to do when you're randomly thrown into a different Earth.' They handed it out like candy to the hero population. Especially Batman members... they seemed to disappear every other week.

The arrowette moved to wheel the chair over to him. He stared at it, glaring behind his mask. As much as he knew he'd need it part of his stubborn brain refused to even fathom the notation of actually needing it. He was vulnerable here... maybe he shouldn't have taken the hit for Arty. Not if he was left like this for a while. The blonde helped him into the chair, a few hisses of pain and a threat to kill Diana (the bike that caused this) and they were good to go. The masked anti-hero settled into the wheelchair with little bits of protest. He couldn't outwardly deny he minded Arty pushing him. He... liked it a bit. It was weird but nice. No one had ever done this for him. No one had ever even bothered...

"Oh you could play my driver any time you like." Flirty but a bit more subtle. He was only doing it not to appease her hurting pride. (Which was weird because he was the one hurting). He needed to make her feel a bit better... that's what friends were for... right?

Was Artemis quite possibly the closest thing he even had to a friend?

"Uh... I dunno." Red X replied lamely as they crossed the threshold, "Where ever we go that's far away from here as possible!" 

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You're Just a BatBrat. [ Robin (YJ) & Red X ]

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Robin could tell he hit a soft spot at the suit. From the height he was at, he leaned forward and sprang off his hands then did several springs toward X; making sure that each one emphasized the things he could do on his leg. 

"Maybe I am one of them." He put his big boy Bat voice on, though he had no idea who X could be talking about. He got right up in X's face, "But it doesn't matter what I think, or what you think I'm trying to do. Who would be here to stop me?" 

Robin was at the point where he was kind of tired of beating around the bush. The recovery training he went through after his first meeting with Two Face came to mind. Dick was tired; Harvey had just beaten him nearly to death with a crowbar, and Bruce had to get him back on his feet. Dick had to want it. This particular trolling move pushed him right over where Bruce wanted him. 

Robin raised his left hand and lightly shoved X's chest, "You? Fat chance, bonehead." 

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Robin's attempt on putting on, what he assumed was, his bad bat voice turned out to be far more amusing than it should have been. Little Robbie trying to play with the big boys? How cute. X didn't laugh though, the fists at his side loosened. He had to remember this was just a younger Dick Grayson. This wasn't a kid he was forced to compete with (Red X would probably out compete him anyway, maybe not now but when he recovered).

"Great observational skill, bird brains." Eyes rolled under the mask, like he hadn't heard that one before. People tended to take his skull mask as about the only thing. Some people didn't even call him Red X, a lot of people surprisingly missed the nice X-theme Robin had created for him. But people were dumb, seriously dumb.

Then the brat decided to touch him. No, people didn't touch him. Within a moment Red's hand grabbed and squeezed painfully tight on the young teen's hand.

"Didn't daddy dearest teach you when a fight is necessary? Maybe he should. Maybe then he'd see I'm better than you." The words were a dark hiss as he steadily squeezed harder, "But by all means. Try to strike me. It'll be fun, pipsqueak."

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