Author's Note: STARTING OVER, WHOO!

Reborn of a New Generation

With a dull creak, light crept into an empty and lonesome hallway as a boy snuck into a two story house as quietly as he could, a weary look on his face. Other than the creak of the door, he made no sound as he took those first few careful steps past the boundary between Life and Home. And as usual, everything looked exactly as it had when he left. The floor tiles were cold, and the house was a plain and boring white. Slinking into the house entirely, he shut the wooden door with as little a sound as he could manage. The door was old, what had he been hoping for? Silence?

Reaching a pale hand into his pocket he pulled out a glossy and slim comb; he was wearing a dark blue unzipped jacket with black strips down each side, a white T-shirt with faded jeans complete with old sneakers, and a guilty look on his face. He quickly combed back some of his hair to make it seem like he hadn't been out doing anything crazy (Which he had been) and sighed through cool lips. "Hey dad! I'm home!" he yelled, and he turned to face the hallway, ready to go get a snack. He was STARVING from all that...Crazy stuff he had not being doing.

"WAH!"

Flinging his arms in surprise, a humorous look of horror caught in his eyes, the boy's face blanched. A tall, dark and gloomy looking man stood upright before him, his arms crossed, and his normal grave face looking far more grave than usual. And aggravated. Irritated.

Well. Upset.

His Dad was a neat freak, a workaholic, and had sent him to as many martial arts, archery, fencing, and stealth camps as he could since he was just a wee little tot to get him out of his beloved house. It was only until a few years ago that he just stopped going. His Dad never noticed, and he cursed himself for not doing it sooner.

"I could tell. Your foot steps were so loud someone with hearing aids could've been able to tell when you came in." His father growled broadly, his eyebrows furrowing in a downward slanted arch. Will scowled back as best as he could, but it was pretty hard to beat his father.

"I was out with some friends, and now I'm going to bed." He said as coldly and as simply as he could. He would sneak down to the kitchen for a snack later.

"Suit yourself" his father growled, letting him pass so he could stomp upstairs, not waiting to listen to what his dad was saying. Hopefully his footsteps were loud enough for the old man.

Will waited until he heard his father's familiar foot steps coming up the stairs; they were really more like dragging noises, because even though his father was only like, thirty, he was a pretty lazy, gloomy man. His father's door could be heard slamming shut, and William waited in the silence that seemed to engulf his house for a few moments....

"Finally…" he whispered.

His took his ear away from his room door, and he stared into a mirror stuck to it's center. His dark emerald eyes almost didn't suit his black, untidy hair as it gleamed in the darkness. Turning away from the mirror (he'd only looked out of habit, and he cursed himself every single time he did) he felt cheated out of something...If only it would always be this easy to trick his father. His old man was like the Eye off Lord of the Rings, always seeing, and always grounding.

After grabbing a snack from downstairs (Fruit by the Foot), he was on his way back up to his room when he walked head first into a door. He grabbed the handle in surprise, and the door swung around, jerking him forwards with a loud and dramatic gasp his part. Loosing his grip on the handle right as the door was about to shut, he slammed into cold cement with the back of his shoulders, and flopping over onto his back with a groan. Wide eyed and a bit out of focus, he stared up at darkness, breathing hard. After calming down and listening to make sure his dad didn't hear the scuffle, he let out a low hiss.

"We need to get a few lights around here..."

He sat up rubbing his back like an old man, and searched for a light switch blindly for a few moments, and once he flipped the switch, he wish he had never found it in the first place.

Yellow tinted newspapers covered the walls in the strange room he found himself in. Every single cut-out seemed to mention thing like this:

"Red X attempts to steal Crown Jewels!",

and " Teen Titans stop Red X!",

or "Red X, better then Robin!?"

Opening his eyes wide in confused fear, he stood up slowly...

Everyone knew the tales of Batman and Robin, the Green Beast-Boy who fought the Doom-whatever guys, Cyborg, the man of steel, Raven, the woman from darkness....

Starfire, warrior girl from another planet...

"What is all this?" He whispered, unable to take his eyes off the newspapers and things plastered over every inch of the walls. Wobbling backwards, he bumped into a sleek hardwood wardrobe, something slipped off and falling over his eyes. Yanking it off with a small outburst, he paused. It was only cloth. Turning it around with shaking hands, he froze.

It was black, with a white skull on the front, and a red x going past one eye hole. Instantly a light snapped on in the boys mind and his heart felt as if it was gripping at his throat. He dropped it in fury and frustration, pulling his hands through his black locks. How could that be? That was impossible, right? His Dad, one of the most famous villains in history? Maybe he was just some nuts-o stalker of the poor guy 'back in the day' or something...Hearing footsteps at the door, he turned around quickly, watching as the door opened, and the face of his father appeared through the black gap of the hallway.

"It's about time I told you the truth Will…"