Hello Fans! I've decided to go on and start a new one aside my other two -don't worry I'm not stopping them I don't think. I'm debating on the discontinuation of Clair de Lune why don't you tell me what you think.

So anyways. Disclaimer -you know the drill.

Warning it's Yaoi! And Rated M for a reason. Lastly leave a Review on what you think, I need to know you're reading or I won't have motivation. :D

:X: Anna Craft

Prolouge of Realization

Things aren't always as they seem. Words that could not have been more true as eyes unseeingly sought an answer in the night sky. Star's littered the blanket of darkness in elaborate jewelry that meant nothing, the beauty of it was no longer as lovely as it used to see. Lately there had always been something missing finding it was becoming hard. There were things to be tried, waiting to see if then the hole in his chest would then suddenly be filled.

Material objects meant nothing to his technical, and perhaps slightly cynical, mind. The thrill of a steal was the running, at first he'd guessed it was the adrenaline that pumped through his veins. Of course then he'd realized that the adrenaline was nothing more then a drug that forced him to forget that ache somewhere deep inside him.

Fighting, hurting, pain, he had to admit he may have been masochistic because it felt all to beautiful that it almost did not affect him. He also enjoyed inflicting said pain, reminding the person it was merely a state of mind and it could be pleasuring at times if they would just let it be -sadly none would believe him. There were standards though, he could never bring himself to stop the breath of a living person. Bring them close to the near brink of death, yes, but let the eternal sleep take it's course, no.

Still nothing, a normal life did not appeal to him, he saw no excitement in it, no adrenaline and he needed his drug more then anything else in the world. He began to choose the objects he stole very carefully, pinpointing things that annoyed people and brought them to their knees in sorrow. He felt no empathy for their loss because they could feel none for his and he could not show them because he still did not know what it was he had lost. Perhaps it was not the right way to deal with things, but nothing he did was the right way.

During nights he traveled. Another face on the bus out of town and into another where he would wreak havoc for a week or two until they caught his scent. From their he would depart and move onto the next, nothing held him down, not even the objects he stole. Of course he never returned them but he did know where they were saved and could easily retrieve them in his own ways.

It was as he arrived in a city by the name of Gotham that he caught his first glimpse at the Dark Knight, a man who's dark physique made his blood run ice cold. Their bus was attacked by none other then a simple silly looking man. People panicked but he did not, he saw nothing to run from, or maybe it was just the adrenaline he had grown so used to over the years, not that there were many of them.

Then he caught another glimpse, one of black, red, yellow and green, one that forced his blood from ice cold to a burning red hot. The boy was no more then perhaps a year younger then him and moved with grace that belonged to an angel. An angel of War, he fought, grunted, screamed, and fell but always picked himself up to stand tall next to the warrior who assaulted the villain.

Finally he was the only one on the bus and everyone had gone, destruction lay in the wake of the Dark Knight and Robin…

Robin, like a bird, a beautiful delicate little bird. One with songs of a warm summer coming to bring peace amongst people. Flying with grace amongst the sky's, soaring -it was fitting. It was then, all of a sudden, that he felt that hole somehow creep closed, he'd found it, an obsession, a drug other then adrenaline -one that he would steal from the one called Batman.

But that's all it was, an obsession, the thrill of possession, oh yes. It was stealing, something he was very good at but then once he had it…well he would think about that later, he knew nothing more then to steal and admire his handy work, after all he was no more then a boy still.

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He never got the chance to steal the Robin from it's Bat, instead the boy had skipped town, had suddenly disappeared from the face of Gotham. It saddened him, and as he lurked the streets stealing petty substances of nutrition he grew depressed. That is until news of the Boy Wonder started leaking into the town, him and his team of teenaged superheroes. How delightful! Robin had found friends, which would up the security, which would make the thrill all the more better.

When he'd reached Jump City, a place contrasting Gotham down to the last building brick, there was news of a Red X defeating the superheroes. Biting his lip he watched the news telecast as the Red X character jumped around the Titans forcing each into submission. His lips curled, he knew those moves, seen them and relished in each sinewy strike. Robin, was he a backstabber? Would that mean his object of obsession was no longer a do-gooder? Of course not, later Red X disappeared never to be heard from again. Robin was again amongst his friends.

A beautiful vivacious red-head who hung closely to the Boy Wonder. A larger male of metal and technology who choose to side with an obnoxious green-skinned shape shifter. Then of course the other bird who's personality seemed to deem only Robin a place of understanding, she had seen just how truly special the boy was and he could not blame her.

Stealing was easy, and he'd suddenly started to wonder it perhaps it was in his blood because no more then a week after the non-existence of Red X he found himself clothed in the suit. It was a dream come true. It was meant for movements he'd studied well and stealth he'd mastered as a thief, perfection.

The Teen Titans never expected to see Red X, he was a boy with his own agenda, he stole for the joy of it, flirted for pure amusement with the red-head, and teased his target, testing just how far he would go.

It was all jut a game at first. Being Red X, being the only one who could keep up with Robin, the only one who knew all the Titan's tricks. Their minds, their weaknesses and strengths, and he enjoyed it, relished in it and found himself so wrapped up in being the alter ego of Robin, Boy Wonder that he eventually started to believe it.

"I am like the Joker to your Batman," he said once as he swiftly crept around the shadows of a warehouse he'd trapped the little bird in. "We cannot exist without each other, there would be nothing of me if you weren't around, kid, you make it fun."

"Oh yeah, well I'm pretty sure I could live without you." Robin had grunted out as he stood ground at the middle of the warehouse.

"Really, kid, could you really? I am you, and you are me." he said.

"I am nothing like you." Robin interrupted, narrowing his masked eyes. "I'm not the master-thief here."

"Master?" Red said a hint of amusement in his voice that forced him into a chuckle. "We all had to start somewhere, kid. Who's to say I wasn't just like you?" It was a lie, he'd never thought being nice was fun or enjoyable, he preferred very much to just take what he wanted and say screw the world.

Robin never got the chance to answer, not that he had one for Red X, because a star bolt shot from nowhere light thing the room and forcing the criminal to flee. He wasn't in the mood to fight, all he'd wanted to do was talk to the little bird, nothing more. Then his possessive little girlfriend had charged in and ruined it.

That was the night however, the night his dreams started, ones of a masked Robin opposing his dominance. It surprised him to say the least when he awoke in a fright with a problem between his legs. He'd questioned it and the answer he received was not a welcome one.