Extra's Stories

11 days left.

Fate stared at the screen, deep in thought. He had asked Yubel to search for his mother and the others inside his inner world, hoping for answers.

Then, a sudden blaring alarm interrupted his focus.

"A crime alert?" he muttered, narrowing his eyes at the flashing red notification.

Before he could react, Starfire grabbed him by the arm and dragged him along. Now, he found himself running alongside the Titans, chasing after an unknown target.

The pursuit led them into a dimly lit building, their footsteps echoing off the metal floors. The chase ended in a storage room stacked high with crates. The figure they had been chasing finally stopped, turning to face them.

The sight left the Titans momentarily stunned.

Fate, however, just frowned. Who the hell is this guy?

The figure wore a sleek black suit, a flowing cape, and a utility belt. A skull-like mask covered his face, marked by a bold, crimson X across both the mask and his chest.

"Red X?" Beast Boy blurted, glancing at Robin. "Wait, I thought you were Red X!"

Robin's expression hardened.

"Think again," Red X said smoothly before raising his palms and unleashing a barrage of glowing, X-shaped projectiles.

"Titans, GO!" Robin commanded.

The team scattered as the red Xs exploded upon impact. Raven quickly conjured a barrier, shielding herself from the blasts, while Fate vanished into the shadows, opting to observe rather than engage.

Despite the Titans' superior numbers and raw power, Red X held his ground. He weaved through their attacks effortlessly, countering with precise strikes and well-placed traps. His movements were smooth, almost too fluid—like a professional dancer gliding through a battle.

Fate narrowed his eyes. Something's off about this guy.

It wasn't just his skill. It was the way he fought—the carefree attitude, the way he wielded the suit like an extension of his body. No wasted motion, no hesitation.

It's like he's treating his own body as nothing more than a tool.

Chaos Control

Fate traced the suit's history, watching its origins unfold like a film in his mind. He saw how Robin created it, the technology woven into its design, the materials that made it nearly untouchable. He saw what it had been used for before Robin finally locked it away.

And then, finally, he saw the person underneath the mask.

'Is this some kind of joke?' Fate's brows furrowed as he murmured to himself.

With a flick of his wrist, he projected his Black Keys and hurled them toward Red X. The thief reacted instantly, twisting into a series of acrobatic backflips, narrowly dodging the sudden attack.

"My, my. Looks like I missed one," Red X mused, landing gracefully and turning his masked face toward Fate.

Fate grinned. "You look like you need a hug, pal. Not getting one from me, though."

Red X chuckled. "C'mon, kids—X marks the spot." He tapped the glowing red emblem on his chest, taunting them.

"Oh, I know that all right."

Without hesitation, Fate projected Married Blades into his grip and lunged. Red X activated his suit's built-in weaponry, summoning an X-shaped energy blade that crackled to life over his knuckles.

The two clashed, sparks flying as their blades met. Each swing, each strike was a blur of motion—Fate matched Red X move for move, counter for counter. He twisted his grip mid-combat, locking his left arm against Red X's. The thief instinctively shifted, forced to follow the momentum or risk getting impaled.

"What's the matter?" Fate smirked, dodging a counter-kick before driving his knee hard into Red X's gut. The impact made the thief stagger. Fate capitalized on the opening, bringing down a crushing elbow to his opponent's side.

Red X stumbled back, clutching his ribs. "Impressive." He exhaled, clearly feeling the hit.

Then, without warning, he fired an X-blast—but this time, the energy twisted mid-air, morphing into a red energy net.

Fate barely reacted before instinct took over. He projected a massive black shield, forged from unbreakable metal. The net struck it, sending arcs of crimson electricity surging across its surface.

The shield was no ordinary defense—it was Lord Camelot: Now is a Castle of Distant Ideals, the ultimate protection. A manifestation of the legendary Round Table itself, embodying the ideals of the Knights of Camelot.

The red energy flared violently, powerful enough to kill anyone caught in its grasp.

But Fate simply stood there, unmoving.

"Oh?" Red X hummed, clearly intrigued.

Then, without hesitation, he turned and leapt through a nearby window.

The Titans reacted instantly, rushing after him in pursuit. Fate, however, remained where he stood, watching with mild amusement. With a flick of his hand, he dismissed Lord Camelot, letting the shield fade into nothing.

He made his way up casually, only to see the Titans surrounding Robin, bombarding him with questions.

They were trying to figure out whether he was a hologram or a robot.

Fate chuckled to himself. Seeing the Titans questioning their own leader? 'Now that's amusing.'

Back at Titan Tower, the team gathered around as Robin recounted his history with Red X. He explained how the suit was a mistake—one he had created to get closer to Slade. But mistakes happen. Nobody's perfect.

"But who is he?" Cyborg asked, rubbing his head in frustration as he stared at the holographic image of Red X. "I mean, if you were the original Red X, then who's the new guy?"

Before anyone could respond, Beast Boy suddenly crashed into Cyborg, knocking him aside as he spun his whiteboard around.

On it were ridiculous doodles—each a different theory about Red X's identity.

"Okay, so if he's not Robin's evil twin," Beast Boy started, "then maybe he's a bionic monkey infused with Robin's DNA!"

Silence.

Both Raven and Starfire shot him unimpressed looks, while Cyborg groaned in exasperation.

Without a word, Raven used her magic to send Beast Boy—and his board—flying across the room.

"Face it," she said flatly, crossing her arms. "Red X could be anyone. Someone smart enough to find the suit, and dumb enough to take it for a joyride."

"He's probably me."

Everyone froze.

Their heads snapped toward Fate, who lay sprawled lazily on the couch, completely unfazed.

Then, in a flicker of light, he projected Red X's mask, bringing it up to his face.

"Huh. The voice changer sounds pretty cool," Fate mused, his voice now deeper, rougher—identical to Red X's.

"WHAT!?"

The Titans collectively recoiled in shock.

"Red X is you? But how?!" Beast Boy blurted out, staring wide-eyed at him. "I mean, you've been with us the whole time! Is this some kinda magic or—"

"...Really?" Raven cut in, exasperated. She turned to the others. "Fate came from another dimension. So Red X is probably this world's version of Fate Redgrave."

Cyborg blinked. "So all we gotta do is look up the name Fate Redgrave?" He immediately began typing into the Tower's database.

"Don't bother," Fate said, waving a hand dismissively. "Being an outsider, I don't have a real identity here. I'm just an Extra that doesn't belong. Red X could be anyone." He paused, lowering the mask. "But... I always know when I meet another me."

It was a lie.

Because Fate already knew the truth.

The face beneath that mask was nearly identical to his own.

Robin, choosing to move on, explained that the suit was powered by Zynothium—a highly unstable energy source. Cyborg immediately blew up at him for how dangerous it was.

'Huh… so that's what Zynothium is used for,' Fate thought, recalling the Zynothium stored within Abysmal Remnants.

Not long after, Robin stormed out, determined to track down Red X. The others quickly followed.

All except one.

Raven lingered, staring down at Fate, who remained on the couch.

"You're not coming?" she asked.

"Nope." Fate exhaled, letting the mask fade away. "Not my fight."

His pale, icy-blue eyes met hers.

"I don't belong here. And if I get too involved… the criminals in your world will become even more dangerous when I leave."

Raven's expression softened.

She understood.

Even if she had never voiced it, she had always felt out of place—a daughter of two worlds, yet belonging to neither. But Fate... Fate was different. His loneliness came from choosing to distance himself, as if he was already prepared to disappear from this world.

Their paths were so different, yet somehow, their struggles were the same.

Both were born from another world.Both carried demonic blood.One was born to end the world.The other was fighting to prevent that end.

A heavy silence filled the room.

Then, without warning, Raven leaned down—her lips barely brushing against Fate's forehead.

The contact lasted only a few seconds, but it felt longer.

Before Fate could react, Raven pulled back and turned away.

"If you ever need a shoulder to lean on…" she said quietly, her voice softer than usual. "You can come to me."

And just like that, she vanished.

Fate remained frozen in place, staring at the ceiling in stunned silence.

"...What just happened?" he muttered to himself.

He still wasn't sure. But for the first time in a while...

He didn't mind the confusion.

Some time passed before Fate's communicator suddenly buzzed.

He answered lazily—until he heard Robin's urgent voice.

"The others have been captured. Professor Chang is using the Zynothium to power a death ray—he's planning to fire it on the city."

Fate blinked, his face looking bored. "Heh? What did-"

"He is planning to fire it at the other first!" Robin interrupted.

"You say what!?" He quickly jumped up from the seat.

"You heard me. If we don't stop him, the other and Jump City is done for," Robin's voice rang out.

"Tsk." Fate clicked his tongue. "Where are you?"

"The abandoned observatory on the mountain, overlooking the city."

Fate didn't waste time. He rushed to the nearest window and—without hesitation—smashed straight through the wall. Mid-air, he raised his palm, summoning a golden chain that shot upward, latching onto the top of the tower and pulling him higher.

Once he reached the rooftop, he activated [Clear Mind], [Mind's Eye (True)], and [Mind Rope], sharpening his vision as he scanned the observatory in the distance.

He quickly spotted Robin, fighting off multiple enemies. Beyond him, the other Titans were frozen in ice, while a sinister-looking man sat at the controls of a slowly charging cannon.

"How annoying." Fate narrowed his eyes. "Robin, get to low ground. I'm destroying that goddamn cannon."

Without waiting for a response, he summoned his Devil Arm: Hama-Yumi, his demonic bow appearing in his left hand. In his right hand, he projected Rhongomyniad—the Spear of the End—its form twisted by his demonic nature.

The real spear, of course, remained sealed within his body, similar to Avalon. He was pretty sure he had pissed off some "Artoria Faces" by taking it.

Not that he cared.

With practiced ease, Fate placed the spear onto his bow, pulling it back. The weapon bent unnaturally, reshaping into a deadly arrow.

Using [Lock-On], he fixed his aim on the cannon's barrel.Using [Hrunting], he ensured it would never miss.

Demonic energy flared violently around him. The arrow crackled, its magenta flames roaring to life. His left hand burned from the sheer power radiating through the weapon.

Then—

Rhongomyniad.

Fate released the bowstring.

The Spear of the End, now an arrow, soared high into the sky before plummeting down.

A split second later—impact.

The arrow pierced straight through the cannon, detonating on contact. Magenta flames consumed the entire structure, and the unstable Zynothium core violently erupted.

The explosion shook the entire observatory.

Through the smoke, Fate noted that the Titans were unharmed—thanks to their distance. The same couldn't be said for that creepy-looking bastard who had been right next to the Zynothium.

"Yikes," Fate muttered. "Should've kept a safe distance."

He dismissed his bow, letting his projected arrow fade into magenta dust.

Then, he glanced at his left palm.

The illusion of human skin had burned away, revealing his true demonic flesh—deep magenta with sharp claws.

"Tch. Looks like [Second Skin] still can't hold up against my Devil Arms," he muttered, flexing his fingers.

Pushing the thought aside, he turned his attention back to the observatory.

Some time passed before the inevitable confrontation.

"You're mad at me because of that?" Fate asked, his tone laced with annoyance as he glared at Robin.

The Titan leader stood rigid, fists clenched, clearly seething. "Yes! That attack you launched could have killed someone!"

Fate rolled his eyes. "Really? And what did you want me to do? Wait until the cannon fired before I slowly made my way over there?" His voice dripped with sarcasm, but the point was solid.

The observatory was kilometers away. Even if he fully unleashed his Lancer-Class, even if he flew there at top speed, there was no guarantee he'd make it in time to stop the cannon.

So why waste time?

Why not use Hama-Yumi, his demonic bow, and Rhongomyniad, his spear-turned-arrow, to take out the threat before it could even become one?

The Titans stood behind Robin, watching the argument unfold.

"But still… your attack could've hit us!" Robin shot back, glaring daggers at him.

"Not gonna happen," Fate said flatly. "My arrow locks onto its target. If I wanted to hit that creepy-looking bastard, I would have. But since you're all heroes, I decided to aim only for the cannon."

Robin flinched. Fate hadn't even seen Professor Chang, yet he spoke like he had been right there.

"You… you could see him?" Robin asked, confusion seeping into his voice. Fate had been kilometers away—there was no way he could have had a clear view.

"Yeah." Fate crossed his arms, looking unimpressed. "It's not hard for me to do."

Robin fell silent, but Fate wasn't finished.

"Look, I get it—you all have your righteous no-kill policy. But I'm not a hero. Never have been, never will be." His icy-blue eyes narrowed. "I'm just a passing-through magus. Don't forget that."

Robin clenched his jaw.

The explosion from the Zynothium core had nearly killed Professor Chang. Now, the man was barely clinging to life, hooked up to life support.

Yet Fate didn't seem to care.

And honestly? They couldn't really blame him.

He had warned them from the very start—he wasn't one of them.

Their world painted morality in black and white, but Fate? Fate walked in the gray, where the ends often justified the means. He wasn't afraid to dirty his hands if it meant achieving his goal.

In the simplest terms—Fate wasn't even a hero. He is a man with good intentions, but a morally gray approach to achieving them.

Robin exhaled sharply. "Just forget it." His voice was tight with frustration. He turned his back to Fate, taking a few steps before pausing.

Without looking back, he muttered, "I don't approve of what you did. But… thank you for helping us. You don't need to anymore."

Then, he walked away.

Fate said nothing.

He understood exactly what Robin meant—but it didn't bother him.

This was never his problem to begin with.

And just like that, a rift formed between the Extra and the Titans.

The next few days passed in silence.

Fate didn't bother talking to the Titans, instead spending his time lounging around, waiting for his timer to run out.

None of them made an effort to talk to him either.

Well… except for Raven.

She was the only one who approached him, the only one who seemed to care. Maybe it was because she admired him—his ability to stay true to himself, to not fear how others saw him.

Something she wished she could do.

But Fate remained distant.

"10 hours left." He checked the countdown in his mind, indifferent to the world around him.

Even when Raven invited him to hang out, he declined.

"What's the point?" Hanging around people who saw him as dangerous? As someone who could kill without hesitation?

They were heroes. How could they ever accept that?

So he waited. Counting down the last few hours until his departure.

Then he saw them.

Cyborg carrying Raven. The others following behind, their expressions grim.

Fate sat up. "What happened?"

Silence.

The Titans exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between them.

"It's none of your concern," Cyborg finally said.

Fate narrowed his eyes but didn't push. If they didn't want to tell him, fine. He leaned back on the couch as they took Raven away.

But something about it bothered him.

Time ticked away.

16 minutes left.

Then—blackout.

Fate's head snapped up. "What the hell?"

The tower never had power outages. So what changed?

He stood up, eyes adjusting to the darkness. That's when he saw her.

Raven.

Limping. Moving toward him.

"Raven?"

He didn't think—he rushed forward, catching her just before she collapsed.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice more urgent than he intended.

Her breath was ragged. Shaky.

Then—she grabbed his face.

And kissed him.

Fate's mind froze.

But as their lips met, he felt it—magic surging through him. Dark magic energy forced its way inside, wrapping around his own magic energy.

A Force Mana Transfer.

Companion Unlocked: Raven

Through the haze, he saw her lips move.

She was whispering something.

The world around him blurred, but he forced himself to focus, reading her lips.

'She's… thanking me?'

Then—everything went black.

A sharp ringing echoed in his skull.

Fate groaned, clutching his head as if it would stop the splitting headache.

Gritting his teeth, Fate shook off the disorientation and forced himself up.

"What the hell just happened?"

His vision sharpened as look around noticing the others. The Titans were beginning to stir, barely regaining consciousness. Something wasn't right.

Fate trailed behind them, watching as they moved deeper into the battlefield.

Then, the flames came.

A horde of demons, their bodies twisted and charred, poured in from the shadows, swarming the Titans. He watched them fight, struggling against the sheer numbers—until they were completely outmatched.

Then, with a simple wave of her hand, Raven stopped everything.

The demons froze.

A single command from her, and they bowed.

A dark presence chilled the air.

"It's already begun," Raven's voice was eerily calm as she pulled down her hood. "And there is no stopping what is meant to be."

Robin stepped forward, desperation clear in his voice. "You're really willing to give up everything—all because of some prophecy you heard as a child?"

Fate could already tell she wouldn't listen.

She had made up her mind.

A barrier shimmered between Raven and the Titans.

"You have to let me go, my friends."

Her voice was laced with sorrow, but her steps were firm as she turned away.

Then—

"I think I know where this is going."

A familiar voice.

She turned and saw him.

Fate stood in front of her, hands in his pockets, his white hair glowing against the firelit battlefield.

"You're still here?" she asked, stunned.

She had tried to wipe his memory of everything—their time together, their conversations—him.

Yet here he was.

She didn't account for his [Magic Resistance].

"Yeah. Annoying, right?" Fate said, tilting his head slightly. "Let me guess—cursed as a kid, some grand prophecy says you'll end up hurting your friends, so you're pushing them away. That about right?"

The way Raven's breath hitched told him everything.

"What? No! You don't understand—"

Raven's magic surged as she thrust her hands forward, trying to push him back—

—but Fate caught her wrist.

His grip was firm, steady.

"If you're so afraid of this curse," his voice was low, unwavering, "then let me break it."

Before Raven could react, a jagged dagger materialized in Fate's other hand.

The Titans panicked seeing Fate holding Rule Breaker.

"FATE, STOP!"

They slammed against Raven's barrier, screaming, pounding at the magical wall with everything they had.

Raven, however, stood still.

A part of her wanted this.

If killing her was the only way to stop Trigon—then so be it.

She closed her eyes, waiting for the dagger to pierce her chest—

But the pain never came.

Instead—

A sting.

A small cut.

She opened her eyes.

A single drop of blood dripped from her finger.

Then—agony.

Raven gasped as searing pain shot through her entire body.

Her veins burned.

Red markings crawled up her arms, twisting around her skin like chains, all of them converging toward the tiny wound.

Black liquid spilled from the cut, thick and corrupt.

Fate's eyes narrowed. This isn't normal blood.

Then he felt it.

A presence.

A deep, hollow laughter vibrated through the air.

The flames around them roared higher, turning an unnatural shade of crimson.

Fate tightened his grip on Raven's trembling hand, his instincts screaming as something ancient and hungry stared back at them.

Four, glowing red eyes loomed beyond the fire.

Watching.

Waiting.

Smiling.