The Stolen Suit (Dick Grayson)

[Red X]

It had been several months, at least, since Red X had stolen the Red X suit from deep within the area that Nightwing had locked it in. Since then, the master thief had pretty much only used it for thieving, some of it causing the original, temporary, Red X (Nightwing), as well as the Teen Titans to meet the newer, master thief Red X. David was pretty confident he had most of the abilities of the suit as well as the general lifespan under control, but always kept a steady supply of Xenothium just in case. As for right now, in the streets of Gotham Red X was escaping from a heist that he had just gotten through. He had gotten rid of the evidence, disposing it at a local pawn shop to be later collected and sold.

Red X had robbed a local rich manor, full of jewels, jewelry, and beautiful lasses. Honestly, he thought that the policemen in Gotham were smarter than the ones he had encountered before, but still not that much smarter. Red X had managed to divert their attention and had gotten away scott free- at least for now. He was now running from rooftop to rooftop, no longer hearing the sirens of police cars or the shouting of police officers. "Just an ordinary night," Red X said out loud, stopping and checking the power gauge on the Red X suit. It was still ticking, near to full power- more than enough power for 3 weeks of use.

[Dick Grayson]

Nightwing stood coolly in the shadows that seemed to engulf most parts of Gotham. He smirked slightly when Red X started to run by and immediately shot off a strong line of cording, which very quickly became wrapped around the running mans legs and caused him to flop to the ground.

"Aren't you tired of running around in a secondhand costume yet?", Dick said as he peered down at the fallen man with a competitive smirk.

He remained standing where he had been, only taking one insignificant step forward. "What kinda shenanigans are you getting into tonight?"

[Red X]

Red X could feel his legs being tied together and his head connecting to smooth cement. He didn't like these meetings with Nightwing, probably because he knew that the other man probably had a pretty good knowledge of the suit's strengths and limitations. "Jealous much?" Red X retorted mischievously. He took the time that he said that to saw through the bonds that were holding his legs with his melee weapons, getting up and taking a small jump backwards, landing gracefully on his feet.

Even as he was jumping backwards Red X threw two gooey capture devices at Nightwing. The pavement felt good on his feet again, and on next to his head. Red X continued on like he hadn't just shot two devices at Nightwing, although the fighting fire was still in his eyes under the mask. "Oh the usual, what about you? Still the goody-two-shoes?" Red X responded to the second comment after he had gotten up.

[Dick Grayson]

Nightwing stared down at the man as he sliced through the binding around his legs. "Much..", he said with a arched eyebrow. He stood back pensively for a few seconds before finally emerging completely.

Of course, when he did step forward he was met with two objects rocketing towards him. He managed to dodge one easily with a quick sidestep, but made the mistake of trying deflect the other with one of the escrima sticks that sprung from the back of his suit.

"About as goody as they come", he said staring down at the strange object stuck to the end of his martial arts weapon. He shook his head and made a sudden swift catapulting movement towards the other man, spinning his sticks in quick succession and attempting to strike Red X.

[Red X]

Red X mainly blocked the attack with his two melee weapons, getting a small bruise from being hit once. "Here I'd thought you'd be more interesting," the thief said, stepping back, and, staying light on his toes, attacked Nightwing with two rapid attacks by the twin blades. He was fighting the previous owner of the suit for fun, he had already gotten away with the loot, theoretically.

Red X knew exactly where his throwing stars were, and would get them if he got the chance. He admired the male kind of, if only for strength alone. Usually by this point most street punks would be sniveling on the ground covered in go or cut up badly by the thief. Giving a inward smirk, Red X said, "Come on, X marks the spot."

[Dick Grayson]

"You mean I'm not interesting", Dick said in a mocking tone, feigning that the comment had hurt his feelings. "That kinda stings..", Nightwing said with a grin as he blocked each attack from the man wearing his stolen suit. Eventually one of the blades would suceed in slitting open a small piece of the flesh on his face. Crimson poured from the wound.

For a split second Nightwing was able to thrust his arms forward and grab onto the thiefs wrists, holding them tightly with his thumbs digging into the fleshy front of the joint. "Don't you find it sad that the only reason you're anybody is because of a suit you didn't even make?", he questioned before the hold was broken.

X marks the spot...

Dick smiled and peered up with his piercing blue eyes. "Don't I know it?", he said with a tiny chuckle as he ripped his fist back and prepared to deliver a deadly punch to the man.

[Red X]

"To be accurate you're as interesting as a white t-shirt," Red X said back, knowing that the younger man was faking the whole being insulted thing. Normally, criminals would have been happy with cutting Nightwing slightly, and would have gone into the bragging stage, but Red X didn't. "How do you know I wasn't anything before? You don't know whose under the mask," he retorted, knowing he had been something else before, an famous anti-hero named Red Shadow being one of his more famous sides.

"You're only famous because you happened to be a sidekick to Gotham's hero," Red X said back, not caring if he insulted Nightwing. He teleported away once Nightwing readied himself to attack the thief, teleporting into the air just above Nightwing's head. Red X took out his throwing Xs and threw those at Nightwing, rolling onto his feet once he hit the ground and aiming to low kick Nightwing, hopefully knocking him to the ground.

[Dick Grayson]

"You cut me deep", Dick said with a smiled as he listened to Red X babble on and on. He quickly pointed to the scratch on his cheek. "Literally and metaphorically!", he added suddenly with a tiny laugh. He was very wary with Red-X. He had to be. The man was an incredible fighter and a bit of a nut, to boot.

"Wasn't talking about fame...", he added with a expulsion of air as he dodged the throwing X's. "I'm talking about being somebody. You know, other than a sham and a thief?"

Dick grunted as he fell to the ground, but quickly threw himself back on his feet. One area where he had most beat was his incredible agility. He catapulted high into the air and landed perfectly behind Red X. "Guess that wouldn't interest you", Nightwing said as he slipped out his stun gun from his gloved gauntlets. He swiftly aimed and used the gun of the thief, waiting anxiously for the results. Most would be stunned still for quite a bit. But Red X was not like most...

[Red X]

"If you consider that deep your a pansy," Red X retorted with a smirk under his mask. He was kind of enjoying the fight with Nightwing because it was like a match with comedy interspersed. However he kept up his defense and wouldn't drop his guard just because the other man was making jokes. Red X was wary of the superhero because Nightwing was almost to his level of fighting. He didn't want to go to jail for his stealing, and certainly not by the funny Nightwing himself.

He felt a jolt of electricity hit his suit and himself when the stun gun was activated behind him. Red X had felt the effects of stuff like that many times- mostly from police officers and other buggers. Leaning back, the few mini seconds the feint of falling from being stunned allowed him to think of a plan. He managed to keep his wits about him just in time to send a leg to the place on Nightwing's wrist where (on average) the major seeable veins were. That's gonna hurt Red X thought as the leg got closer and closer to it's target. His hands weren't just flying in the air during this time, his left hand banged his teleporter open so that he could be able to teleport swiftly if needed. His right hand grabbed three more sharp-bladed Xs and threw them at Nightwing's face. Red X's sight was still slightly blurred from the stun gun, but he was sure of his target.