Chapter 8 - DCU/MCU Fan-fiction 3 - DC Gothic - Red-X (1/2)

DCU

Plot: A new DC story and a new Gothic. This one is a thief and a scoundrel whose out for number one, but deep down he's not a bad guy.

Pairing: OCxRaven

If you don't know who Red-X is in then why are you reading a Teen Titans story?

Also this story will cross over with some Justice League and I even have a plan to add more crossovers as there is so many things worth stealing in fictional settings.

Last of all, read and enjoy. Gothic commands it to be so.

DC Gothic – Red-X

Part 1

Recruitment and Training

Time flies when you're having fun, and it crawls to a stop when you're bored, and right now I was really, really bored. I felt every second, of every minute, of every hour that past with such aching glacial slowness. Being locked in a cell was no fun at all.

As to how I'd gotten here, meaning this cell. Well to make a long story short I was now a thief, a criminal and I felt no remorse for any of the things I'd done.

It had all started with my need to survive, need to eat. Upon arriving in this dimension I found I had no money and Jump City didn't have many homeless so there were no soup kitchens.

As for the nice people at the Homeless Shelter they had tried to pass me onto to child services as for some reason I was now a teenager again. However since I didn't exist in this world I'd wanted to avoid the authorities.

Facing starvation and badly needing shelter I'd learned to steal. In fact I'd learned rather well.

My first crime was breaking and entering in order to into what looked to be an abandoned house. Which it was, only it hadn't been abandoned for very long as some of the furniture had been left behind, and there was a lack of dust in the place. Who owned was still a mystery to me.

I'd quickly built myself a nest, and I'd secured the house as best I could, because I didn't want anyone else breaking into the place. Then I'd gone looking for something to eat.

Stealing food was surprisingly easy I had a rather innocent look about me, and I was rather good at not being seen so I was able to shoplift with relative ease.

The following days involved taking what I could when I could. I stole food, clothes and even books. My hideout had no electricity, but I was in California for some reason, and that meant plenty of natural light. I spent a lot of time reading. No much fiction as the stores that sold bestsellers had better security, however shops that sold books on things like science, history and psychology were far easier to buy with my special five fingered discount.

A few weeks more passed that way, and I got into a new business venture. Pawn shops weren't exactly common here, but a few existed if you wandered around the bad side of town enough to find them.

I always made sure to spread my goods evenly between the stores and until quite recently I'd been making a decent living. Then I'd moved onto bigger game.

By far the best thing to steal, if you wanted to sell them without much fuss, was electronics. Mobile phones were still new here but there was a market and they were easy to steal. But as my skills grew so did my targets. After getting a few pointers from people who never used their real names, I started breaking into small stores.

I learned to scale the fences and to how to outrun any pursuer. I learned how to hide from cops, and where to go if you needed to lay low for a while. I even learned how to bribe the right people.

With all that I was confident that pick-pocketing would be just as easy. Even more so when a few of the street people I gotten to know showed me a few tricks. However I was soon proven very wrong.

I was caught red handed by an undercover cop, who couldn't be bribed and had a grip like a vice. Amusingly he hadn't even been after me. He'd been bait for a sting operation. He'd wanted to capture the very people who'd taught me the basics of crime. I'd been set up.

That was when I'd learned an important lesson: trust no one and it's better to work alone.

Not that arresting me had done the police much good. They had nothing to threaten me with because they weren't going to hit me, and I was a homeless kid so I had next to nothing to lose. I couldn't even give up other crooks because I had no idea who they really were.

Still they took my prints, but I wasn't on file anywhere. I did not exist because I was from a different universe.

The cops didn't know what to do with me and they couldn't actually charge me with anything because had no idea who they had arrested. I couldn't be labelled as a John Doe because I had a name it was just that it didn't mean anything here.

Also it didn't hurt that I was under age. They called in Social Services and threatened to put me in a home, but they all knew that no home would keep me. I refused to even speak to the social worker.

They even tried a good cop/bad cop routine with me, but I knew it was an all act because there was so many TV shows in my world about the police. I knew their tricks and just ignored them.

On the down side I couldn't get a lawyer, because they'd need my records for that and I had none.

Not that it really mattered. By law they could only hold me for twenty-four hours without charging me and their time was nearly up. Soon I would be gone from this place. It wasn't that bad really I had my own cell because no decent cop, and they were decent here, would stick a teenage boy in with older and more dangerous crooks.

With hours left to go I decided to get some sleep, when I woke I could worry about what to do next.

(Line Break)

Police Station - Jump City

When I woke up I found a severe looking woman with white-gray hair standing inside my cell staring at me like I was a slightly offensive stain. I hadn't heard her come in and had no idea how long she had been watching me.

It was creepy, but since I had nothing better to do a staring contest seemed like a good idea.

Our gazes stayed locked as she ȧssessed me. The woman didn't so much as shift on her feet, which given her high heels was an impressive feat, so as I studied her so I didn't move either and I met her gaze evenly.

She had nice expensive clothes and a tidy appearance so at first I thought she might be from Child Services, someone very high up in that organization, but there was something dangerous about this lady.

I couldn't put my finger on it but I knew she could be a threat to me, and no child would willingly go anywhere with this woman. She had a vibe that would make little kids cry and someone like that would never climb the ranks of an organization that dealt with kids.

”The police tell me that you refuse to identify yourself” the woman suddenly said.

I was startled slightly when she talked, and I could see the triumph in her eyes at the loss of my composure. In an attempt to regain some of my pride I sat up slouched back against the wall so as to make it seem that I had a complete lack of concern.

Already I knew that this was the type of woman accustomed to being both respected and obeyed. So treating her as if she didn't really matter to me would get under her skin.

”Do they now” I replied.

The woman was not impressed by my attitude.

”You are no one” the powerful woman then said ”No one cares about you, you have no home, no family and no friends. If you are lucky you might get off the streets, but most likely you will die a useless bum from a drug overdose or from alcohol positioning”.

I doubted that as drugs didn't appeal me and I couldn't even get a drink. But she had a point I was homeless, more or less, and I had no allies. It just happened that I didn't want those things.

”Don't worry about me” I causally remarked ”I'll be out in a few hours. The law says they can only hold me for a day without charging me something, and they can't charge me because I don't exist”.

”Ah, yes. The law” was the woman's reply.

Her voice and posture didn't change, but her eyes sharpened and I saw hate in those orbs.