Disclaimer: Don't own Young Justice.
This is my new story, let's hear what you got to say. It will consist in a series of one-shot like chapter, including a lot of flashback, etc. This may change later in the story.
Title will make sense later.
A black clad figure sat in front of a large monitor. The spacious room had an air of majesty in it. Huge windows were the only barrier that protected the man from the deathly cold of the outer space and the proof of the heavy burden the man carried in his shoulders. The man, more like a Batman waited impatiently hiding his frustration behind an emotionless mask.
Even before the beeping sound which alerted the residents of the Watchtower of an incoming call started, the hero had turned his gaze upon the dog-like mask that now covered the scene. The masked caller shifted his eyes weary around the room and to his relief didn't found another presence, he took off his mask.
A young face made appearance his dyed brown hair, showing red roots and emerald green eyes. The room behind the boy was recognized by Bats, as the mischievous individual generally called him, he had after all seen it daily for almost three months.
And those three months hadn't treated Nyc right, Batman could see a purple bruise already forming in his jaw , dark shadows under his eyes, his hair was tangled , and streaked with silver.
"Anything new?" It had turned into a routine.
The spy hesitated. "There have been rumor, well-hidden but still, they say the ice villains are planning an escape. Before you say anything, I know they are not in the same prison but it seems they want to call a family reunion"
The older man thought for a moment before reaching a decision. "I will send someone in" he continued before the redheaded could complain "they will make a distraction, that's when you will escape"
Nyc swallowed thickly, he had always feared this moment. What would the dark knight do with him? He was useless now, his role as spy removed from him. Stuck in thought the boy jumped when the man started to talk again. "You will be able to return home for a while before i send you to another mission. The threat of a mole was revealed and the Team could be used your... abilities."
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The door from a dusty room was opened tiredly. The boy walked dragging his feet until he reached the side of the bed and dropped in it. 'Who could imagine a family reunion (two of them actually) could be so exhausting. It may have been great, not seeing each other for three months while he was in that hellhole.' He thought bitterly.
As his eyes got used to the dark he examined the bedroom he was currently resting in.
Boxes were lined up along the wall, prepared for a much longer absence. The window to his right emitted an unnatural glow in the sunset. He remembered the first time there, so excited about being a part of a family again, even if it was only Jeff and him. Sometimes Nissa and Jenny would visit and even thought they had been distant at first they had become good friends in the end.
"Nyc, dinner's ready" Jeff's low voice shouted.
"Going, I'm unpacking" Nyc called back. Finally, he decided that wasn't a bad idea. He knew his dad well enough to know that the first time he called for dinner was a simple trap to make him set the table.
The brunet ran his finger along the edge of a box he didn't recognize and moments later froze. It was labeled "before Nyc", which would have been weird if his past was more normal. Slowly breaking the first layer of duct tape, he opened the mysterious box. Bright yellow and red posters blinded him for a moment, The Flash figurines and old photos filled it.
'He had changed' he decided. He wasn't Wallace West anymore, Wally had died the moment his parent had abandoned him.
Hope you enjoyed it, UnicornSilver27.
