Reflections

Alright. Am I the only one who notices the similarities between the Teen Titans and the X-Men? Seriously, the actual characters…

Robin and Scott. Starfire and Jean. Kurt and Beast Boy. Cyborg and Bobby (or possibly Kurt/Cyborg and Bobby/Beast Boy. After all, Cyborg/Kurt are the ones who have image issues…). Rogue and Raven. Kitty… well, there are six x-men and five Teen Titans.

Anyway, I just wanted to do a story about them. And it's quite fun, so I'll probably do a couple more. But this is the only one where both are aware of the other. The rest are just probably going to be POV drabbles.

Disclaimer – I don't own the Teen Titans or X-Men: Evolution.

In case you can't guess – this chapter is Robin or Scott.

The training session finished.

I yawned. The team had performed well. No-one could deny that. It didn't take long for us to have completed the whole thing.

I'll admit it, I was both proud of them, and proud to be part of them.

We all worked so hard, and whatever the challenges we'd face in the morning, we'd earned a good night's rest.

I walked calmly into my bathroom, intending to wash up and get some of this smell off. Being a super-hero did not excuse you from having bad BO.

Locking the door behind me, I turned –

and my gaze fell upon the reflection of someone else.

I walked straight up to the mirror and saw… well, not me. Someone I'd never seen before in my life.

He was dressed in a costume too. One that would also be used for fighting evil… or possibly good, depending on his own morals. But despite the fact that they were both apparently made of… whatever these were made of (I think it's spandex)… our uniforms were completely apart.

I glanced down at my own body to check if it was still me.

Yep. Only my reflection was different.

Looking back up, I saw that his hair was different. A different style and colour.

The two of us were the same height, but I had a feeling that if he wasn't in my reflection then we'd be different. His face was shaped differently.

I moved my head to the side. He copied me exactly. I raised my left hand and he followed automatically.

Was he my reflection? Or was it just that we were having the same thoughts?

Looking at him, I could tell that whatever our physical differences, our lives had to have some similarities.

Muscles ran across his arm – not enough to cause surprise, but enough that I knew in a fight he could win. Not necessarily he would, but he wasn't a stranger to hard work. He was automatically in the right position, always half-tensed.

I knew how that felt.

He looked… I don't know. Comfortable in the place he was in.

Wait, the place wasn't this bathroom either.

I peered beside the boy. He copied me. If I didn't know what I looked like, I would swear that he was a reflection.

No, definitely not a bathroom in my home. I glanced behind me, in case I had somehow been teleported out of my own home and into wherever he lived.

Nope. Still at home.

Home.

The one word sorta relaxed me as I turned around again to see if the weird boy in the mirror was still there.

He was.

You know how earlier he was 'half-tensed'? Now it seemed like he was a quarter tensed. Maybe because he could now realise that he was still at home and I wasn't there either.

I could understand that.

From his lithe stance, I could tell that he knew how to fight. He probably had something tough in his life that made him learn that. Could have been living on the streets or being trained hard, or both, or neither, but he knew about this just as much as I did.

But… he'd felt somewhere safe. He'd found a new home. I could tell by the way he seemed comfortable in his own place.

Then again, he might have just been mirroring me. I'd had the same thing all the way through.

What? Was he supposed to be my inner self or something? Cause pretty much everything I could see was the stuff I could see in my own reflection.

Maybe it was so that I could tell. You're not going to try and guess your own life-story from the way you stand and look in the mirror – and if you ever do, you'll probably cheat unintentionally.

I wished I could see his eyes. But they were just as hidden from me as mine were from him. One covered with red sunglasses, the other with a white mask. Both totally hid the eyes.

What was this? Some kind of dimensional crossover? Parallel universe? Maybe the mirror was a wormhole to another universe. Or was I just plain nuts?

I glanced towards the door. If I got someone else, what would they say? Would they even say anything? It could be very embarrassing if they thought I was seeing things.

Forget embarrassing, it could be dangerous. What if I really was seeing something different?

"Who are you?" I asked aloud.

His mouth moved with me, like a mirror. But unlike a mirror I could hear a second voice with mine.

I jumped violently. "Okay, creepy." I said aloud, trying to hear some more of the strange guy's voice.

It sounded very quiet. But training myself to make sight unnecessary meant that I could hear it.

It was definitely coming from inside the mirror.

I took another glance towards the door. And took a step forwards, going up closer to the strange boy. He copied exactly.

Acting on impulse, I took off a glove. My costume didn't quite look complete with one hand bare, but that was alright. Not like anyone would really care.

I raised a hand. The other boy had taken off one of his gloves too. It wasn't like he had claws or anything. Callused a bit from hard work – just like me. But pretty much normal.

I put my hand near the mirror and hesitated. What if I was pulled into wherever the heck he was? What did I really know about him? Nothing. At all. No, it was safer to just turn away. I could wash up in another bathroom – say that the hot water was out or something. Then I could hope it went away and…

My bare hand gently rested against the mirror.

I felt… not the smooth glass of the mirror. Instead I felt his hand. It felt like any others hand, warm and hard to the touch.

It felt like I had pressed my own hands together. Only I could only feel one of them.

Then the mirror shivered. I pulled my hand back as it rippled like water. And when it cleared again… there was only me in the mirror.

I looked down quickly at my self to check whether or not I had switched bodies. Nope. Was still myself.

My reflection was definitely my own. My body was definitely my own. Somehow, something had happened. But not any more.

I swallowed. Well, part of me wanted to run screaming out of the bathroom and dive into my bed. A very small part. Seriously, I've seen weirder things in life.

Okay, maybe not many weirder ones. But a lot more dangerous ones then just my mirror turning into some kind of window.

A big part of me did want to calmly skip the shower today. Unfortunately, that wasn't really an option. Instead, I grabbed a second towel and hung it up over the mirror.

Just in case the boy came back.

A few minutes later when I was dressed in my pajamas, I pulled the towel off and looked at my reflection.

Nup. Still me.

I shook my head, resolving not to mention anything.

I left the bathroom without looking back.

I refused to see the mirror ripple again.

I missed a mirror turning to a window.

I ignored another place gleaming from my mirror as I closed the door behind me. A place certainly not being reflected.

I didn't know that in another world, another boy was resolving to keep quiet about seeing someone like him in someone else's reflection.

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