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Oh my poor head.

Thump.

Thump.

I can feel my temples pound with every beat of my heart, bringing more pain with each thump.

Beep.

Beep.

Great, now some sound is going in tune with my splitting headache, only adding to my annoyance.

I crack my eyes open and immediately regret it. It's so bright! I try to cover my eyes with my arm but end up pulling on some corde attached to my arm.

"Easy son, easy." I hear a gentle voice say from my right.

I crack my eyes open, slowly this time, and try to adjust to the light easier. Colors come slowly and began to take shape. I was in a very white room on some type of bed, it was really soft though. I looked to my right to see some man there. He was… very intimidating to say the least. He was large, six foot five inches would be my guess, and he was built very muscularly. Every inch of the man seemed to scream strength and power. His hair was a dark black with a single strand falling down in a curl across his forehead.

Although the man's choice of dress wear seemed to be a bit odd.

A full body suit of tight blue spandex along with red boots and a red cape. But upon his chest he adorned a red and yellow symbol of some sort. I didn't recognize it from anything I had ever seen… Wait, I can remember ever seeing anything to compare that symbol to in the first place.

"W-" I begin but my throat is dry and I break down into a coughing fit.

"Here." The man hands me a glass of water. The glass is clear and smooth which feels different to me. I don't ever recall ever seeing something of it's likeness before.

Regardless of the glasses strangeness, I drink up greedily.

My throat quenched, I try speaking again. "Where am I? How did I get here?" My voice still sounds hoarse.

The man smiled, "That, young man, is quite a tale. But first, would you please tell me your name? You've spent the last week in here but we have been unable to figure out who you are, which is truly unusual especially for us."

I was about to reply to what should have been an easy question to respond to before I realized that I couldn't answer it. I didn't know my name. I started hyperventilating. What's going on!

"Calm down son, calm down. What's wrong?" The man in blue asked.

"I-I don't remember." I was on the verge of tears now, what was going on? Why couldn't I remember anything?

"It's ok son, we'll figure that out soon. I'm Superman. And all I need you to do now is breath. Can you do that for me? Nice and easy, just breathe in and out."

I followed his advice and my breathing began to calm. The name that he called himself then registered on me, Superman. What an odd name.

Superman gave me a smile, "Good, now this is really important, I need you to try and remember anything from your past. Anything at all, a name or a place maybe."

His words registered on me, I knew what he was asking for but I just couldn't come up with any examples. It's like I knew what something was but I just couldn't remember when where or how I knew about it.

I looked at Superman with a feeling of helplessness, I shook my head no.

He turned toward the wall which I just noticed held a reflection like one would see in smooth water. "It seems he has full blown amnesia, this makes our jobs a bit harder."

I barely paid attention to the words he said, I was too entranced with my own reflection. This was a mirror, I know what it is but I don't think I have ever seen one… I don't remember. I can now see myself and I truly don't know how to react. The first thing I notice is that I have tattoos, lots of them. Or more like I have one large one that covered my entire body. The tattoo was a light blue color and traveled around my body in three inch thick blue lines, traveling up my back and branching up onto the back of my arms and wrapping once around them before ending in a pointed arrow. The tattoo also traveled up the back of my neck and over the top of my bald head before also ending in an arrow point on my forehead.

My eyes were a clear grey color and my head was rather round but overall, proportional to my admittedly skinny frame. My ears were a bit larger than normal but wasn't that noticeable. Suddenly curious about my lower half, I peaked under the covers. My legs were skinny, matching my arms and torso, and were covered in light blue pants that were very comfortable. My feet also had the blue pointed arrows on them, making me realize that my tattoo covered pretty much my entire body.

I then noticed that Superman seemed to be having a one sided discussion with the mirror, "Yes Batman, I know we don't know anything about him but we can't just keep him locked up in here. He wasn't hurt when we found him, just exhausted….. Well maybe walking around can help him remember…. Fine, and yes I'll look after him."

It wasn't hard to guess that Superman and… Batman or whoever were talking about me. Superman turned back to me with a soft smile.

"Do you think you can walk son?" He asked.

Good question. I feel like I can but like I haven't in a long time. Swinging my legs out from under the covers, I tentatively set my barefoot on the white floor (which seemed entirely to flawless for my liking). It was cold on my bare feet but I didn't mind it much. Pushing myself into a standing position, I teetered back and forth slightly from what seemed like lack of use in my legs but caught myself before I fell.

I took a few steps forward and had no problems except when the corde that was attach to my arm ran out of line. It was a thin, clear line made out of some kind of material that I didn't recognize and led up to a clear bag full of what looked like water.

"Here, let me take that IV out for you so you don't tear your skin." Superman said suddenly right next to me. He gently grabbed my arm and pulled the clear corde that happened to give me a sharp prick of pain. turns out there was a needle on the end.

"Do you know what this is for?" He asked, I shook my head no.

"This just helps get medicine into your system. Nothing to worry about. And you can take that heart beat monitor off your chest by yourself if you want."

I looked down at my chest and saw there was a little patch stuck right over where my heart is. It was connected to another corde that led to the… whatever it was that was making the constant beeping noise.

I took it off, causing the beeping thing to make one long beep before stopping. Now, with no strings attached, I could walk freely.

"Good job." Superman praised, "Here catch." He tossed a light blue piece of fabric to me which I caught easily. "Well your motor skills seem fine, go ahead and put that on and I'll give you a tour of the Hall."

I realized that what he had tossed me was a blue t-shirt that seemed to be made with the exact same fabric of my pants. I quickly slipped that on and walked to where he was waiting at the door.

"Sorry we didn't have any shoes for you, that's something that we had overlooked when we started supplying our med bay." Superman told me.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Did I not have shoes on when you… did you find me some place?"

Superman looked a little uncomfortable, "Yes we found you, in the South Pole actually. You gave off a certain energy that members of the League were able to sense."

The South Pole registered something in me, thats a place at the bottom of the world that's super cold and full of ice. Why had I been found there?

"All you had on you were a set of traditional Asian Monk robes and sandals. They're in the temporary room we've prepared for you for the time being, until we can get this whole mess sorted out."

The word 'Asian' didn't make any sense to me but 'Monk' certainly registered something fierce. I think… I think I was or am one.

Superman led me through long halls, all made of some type of metal. He tried to hold a conversation with me but it didn't go so well. Half of the things he talked of made no sense to me and I was distracted by my surroundings. The halls were lit by lights in the ceiling and the lights were not from fire or the sun but from something called 'electricity'. I had no idea what that was and Superman looked at me a bit funny when I had asked.

Everything around me was so different than what I was used to… I think. I still have no idea what I am used to, so everything is kind of confusing. I know the names of somethings like 'Monk' and 'South Pole' but I don't know why I know them. I just do.

Superman led me into what must have been some sort of grand entrance. There were seven huge, gold colored statues of each of the original 'Justice League Members'. I didn't know what that was and when I asked Superman after he told me what the statues represented, he tried to explain it to me in the simplest terms possible.

The Justice League was a group of people with extraordinary gifts, dedicated to saving the world from any threat. The original members were Superman, Wonder Woman, Batman, Martian Manhunter, Green Lantern, Flash and Aqua Man. And each had their own powerful ability that they used to defend the world. When I asked Superman what kind of ability he had, he showed me that he could fly, which effectively shocked me speechless.

I was led into a larger room that was full of squishy chairs and lined from wall to wall with bookcases. But we didn't stop and look at those either, he led me through another door which led to another long hallway until Superman finally stopped at a room and opened it up.

"I'm sorry there's not much to it, we normally don't have people stay here but considering the circumstances… Anyway, your room is stocked with a bed, dresser, mirror and private bathroom. Oh, and a computer."

I looked at him blankly, I had no idea what a 'computer' was.

"By the look on your face I'm guessing you have no idea what that is." He gave an amused smile, "Well think of it like a whole library in one place, just with a thousand other uses too. I'll show you how it works later. But right now I need you to stay in here, alright? I won't be gone for more than an hour, I promise but I just need to clear somethings up with Batman. You'll be alright here won't you?"

I nodded my head, not like I could go anywhere else… I wouldn't know of anywhere else to go anyway.

He smiled at me again, "Good, if you need me just say my name and I'll hear you." He left after that, leaving me alone in a strange unfamiliar place, with no idea as to who I was or what I was supposed to do. Great.

I looked around the room for my cloths that they said they had brought here. I spied them over by the 'computer' thing. Picking them up and observing them, I realized that they were familiar. They were indeed mine because I could picture myself wearing them. They were made of an extremely light fabric that was predominantly yellow in color with a little bit of orange thrown in there. They would cover my entire body minus my hands, head, and feet. Next to the cloths were a pair of sandals made from wood and twine of some sort. They didn't look that comfortable but I could tell that I had worn them a lot judging by the foot imprints in the wood.

I decided against putting them on for the moment. I gazed at the 'computer', it wasn't much to look at. I don't understand how an entire library could be held within it. There was some sort of contraption below the glass part of the computer with all kinds of symbols I didn't recognize on it. I realized they must be letters, but I couldn't read them. Strange, I feel like I should be able to read

I sat down on the bed and put my face in my hands. What was going on? Why am I here? Who am I?

I took some more deep breaths. Focus. What do I know about myself? The Justice League found me in the South Pole, exhausted and wearing some kind of Monk's robe. I feel like I am a Monk, but what is it Monks do?

The first thing that came to my head is 'meditate'. Well, I must have done a lot of that if that's the first thing to pop into my head.

I decided to sit on the floor and cross my legs in a seemingly unnatural way. I don't really know why I was doing this, it just seemed like instinct. And my instincts told me to focus on my breathing. Sure enough, my breathing began to slow and all thoughts began to fade away…


Making his way back through the Hall of Justice, Clark entered a security room where he knew he would find the Batman. Only the pointed ears of his cowl could be seen from behind the high-backed chair which sat in front of many computer screens.

The security room wasn't as impressive as the one they had within their orbiting satellite base. But they didn't want to risk bringing the boy to the Watchtower incase he was a threat. So they decided to keep and monitor him at the Hall of Justice for the time being.

"So what have you gathered?" Clark asked his black clad friend.

The man in the dual pointed cowl didn't even bother turning away from the computer screen to look at him, "He's not lying about not remembering and he's not in any know database. Alternate reality maybe."

"If he was from an alternate reality, then he probably would have known what a computer was or what electricity was. Alternate realities tend to be similar to ours, and the ones that are vastly different tend to have similar technology at least."

"That isn't always the case, but that is generally right." The pointed cowl still didn't turn to face him.

Clark shrugged his shoulders, "Time travel then. You saw those monk robes, they were hand made and in good quality. That points to either a very isolated community or he's from a time where they hand made all their cloths."

"I had that thought as well, but add in the fact that he speaks perfect modern English without a problem along with the unusually nature of his tattoos. There aren't any monks in any known history that received tattoos like those. And they aren't just any normal tattoos either."

"I know, I saw it too when we found him. They were glowing white."

"I think I agree with Zatara in this case, this boy might be from an alternate dimension. He sensed great cosmic power coming from him, 'much greater than anything I have ever experienced' he said."

"Bruce, dimensional travel is almost unheard of. The only reason we know it's possible is because we have records of Dr. Fate performing such deeds."

"That doesn't mean that it's not possible for something or someone else to do the same. The question of where the boy comes from can be answered on a later date. What do we do with him now that he is here?"

"We could keep him here, until we can find a better solution of what to do with him." Clark suggested only to be instantly rebuffed.

"That is not an option, he would eventually grow curious and wander about. The only way to keep him out of sight from the public would be to close the Hall. We can't keep the Hall closed for that long, we don't need the extra media attention that that would bring."

"Ok, how about he stays with a Member of the League? That way we can keep an eye on him."

"If you can find one of us that would be willing to give up their time to babysit him 24/7. I don't want this boy left unwatched for long."

"Well He seems to be around Dick's age, do you think you could-"

"No."

Clark sighed, "Well then I don't know what to do with him."

"That's fine, I have an idea."

Of course he did, "Why didn't you just say so?"

"You asked me to ask for other Leaguer's opinions before I make a decision, that was me doing so."

Clark rubbed his temples, "I hate you sometimes, so what's your idea?"

"One of my former teachers lives in a monastery located on one of the mountains in Nepal and no it's not on Mt. Everest." Bruce answered before Clark could even ask.

"Can he be trusted?"

"Yes, but he won't allow any electronics within his monastery so we won't be able to monitor him very well."

"But we still can right? The Watchtower has the technology to monitor him a little bit right?" Clark asked concerned, the last thing they needed was someone like Wotan getting their hands on the boy.

"Yes we should still be able to watch over him, but not to the level that I would like."

'If you had it your way we would have GPS trackers imbedded in the boy's skin.' Clark thought sarcastically. "Thats fine, lets do it. We'll fly him there sometime in the next couple weeks. It won't take you that long to get back in touch with your former teacher will it?"

Batman shook his head no, the white lenses still fixed upon the screen.

"Is he sleeping? His heart rate has slowed down a lot since I left." Clark was using his superheating to listen if the boy called out for him.

"No, he's meditating." Bruce said before clicking a button causing security footage from the boys room to appear on the largest screen.

It seemed like he was indeed in deep meditation. Sitting on the floor, it seemed like he only took three breaths every minute.

"That doesn't look comfortable." Clark observed.

Bruce shook his head, "It's not, but it helps one get into a state of meditation and not fall asleep. It doesn't hurt once you've done it for a while."

Clark watched the boy's still form for a few more minutes, he didn't want to barge into the room and interrupt him. The He seemed at peace until about half an hour into his meditation.

Suddenly the boy's serene looking face turned into a pained scowl. His bald head began forming droplets of sweat.

"Bruce, something's wrong!"

Then it was like a tornado formed in the room, the dressings of the bed were torn off and thrown around the room before the mattress followed. The computer followed the mattress and was smashed into the wall.

His tattoos began to glow that bright white they had when they first found the boy in the South Pole. Then his eyes snapped open and a chill passed through Clark that he had only gotten when he face unbelievable odds. Whatever this boy was, he was something to be reckoned with.

"I'm going in after him!" Clark said before shooting off with a flash. With his speed, he was there in under a second.

The door had been blown off it's hinges and had dented the metal wall opposite of it. Clark walked into the room, easily able to resist the opposing wind force. The boy was hovering in a ball of tornado force winds.

Clark had more trouble pushing through this part, it was difficult even for him.

"Son! You need to stop this! You need to calm down!" Clark pushed even closer and was able to grab the boy's shoulders but it didn't seem to register. His muscles were locked into place.

Clark didn't know what to do, did he knock the kid out or try and calm him down. Always the one for a peaceful solution, he opted for the latter.

He did the first thing that popped into his head, he gave the kid a hug. As wrong as that sounds, the boy was in a new situation and had no one to turn to. He seemed to be about twelve years old and that was too young for someone to deal with amnesia or anything that the kid seemed to be going through. The way Clark saw it, all the kid needed was some support.

And it seemed like it was working because the wind began to die down and the glow of the tattoos began to fade. Clark gently lowered them to the ground and then broke the embrace.

"Are you alright son?"

The boy wiped the tears that had formed on his face, before looking Clark in the eye.

"Aang. My name is Aang."

AN:/ Hey welcome to my newest story. And I hope you like the beginning. It won't be for a while until Aang meets Young Justice, but let me put one thing straight. This was before Young Justice even formed so Aang will be apart of the original group. I don't really plan on having other characters form the AtLA universe come into play except for Aang's past lives. This will be a slowly updated story and I don't know how long it will go for, probably as long as the YJ show. As for my other stories, if you have read those, I don't know if I will be updating those in a while. Those along with this story will have very irregular updates so just bear with me. I'm in college now and barely have time for myself.