Young Justice: Rescue Beyond Time

Sorry, it's been a while since I've update. This story has the Batman Beyond plot and Young Justice plot connected with some history of other DC plots and my own personal twists. Enjoy!

Warnings! - Witch!MtFtrans!Terry, twisted plots.


Chapter 1: World Beyond Help

She stared in the full length mirror. What she saw in its reflective seemed like a stranger, but it was her.

Once, mere months ago, she was a tall man with ebony hair, piercing ice blue eyes, an angular handsome face, tan skin despite his night work, wide shoulders and huge muscles on a t-shape body. Now, due to the rescue from a hell, he was exposed to magick. It changed her.

She shrunk and softened. Her scars from his fights for the Mission and his torture remained. She was still tall after lost a few inches with black hair and blue eyes, but he had lithe muscles that somehow obtained the strength of his larger ones, skin as white snow, and a softer feminine face. She was quite thin with hips slightly widen and a small bust.

To put in mildly, magick gave her a sex change. She was a woman now.

She didn't hate this new body. The changes were strange, but he liked it. In the end, it was something she always wanted. If she had her old one still, she wouldn't have survived much longer in its condition in their world.

Their lifeless world.

He turned to his head out the window to see what Earth had become. The land was barren. There was no grass, no flowers, no trees, just some measly shrubs and the sticks left over in dry, empty ground. The air was hard to breath. The sky was red like blood. No clouds to be seen in the sky. A black orb that was their sun was the only visible object. The moon was debris caught in the planet's orbit. Water was scarce. No more would come. The animals died out. Only little groups of humans remained on this dead planet, surviving until they meant their ends.

This destruction that caused this, that cost billions of lives, was the weapon known as the Enlightenment. The Light, a group of villains, constructed this, but some didn't know it. Almost seventy years of work, and this was the end results.

Everyone was dead: his mother, Mary; his little brother, Matt; his best friend and Oracle, Max; his friends; Gordon; the Drakes; Jason; Damian; Grayson; the Justice League; everyone.

It seemed that only she, the new Terry McGinnis, could stop it from even happening. Why else would magick of a new mentor go beyond her control and awaken her own that hidden deep within? She was chosen for a mission to the past.

"Terry," a soft voice called to him at the doorway of the room he was sitting. He looked over to see Morgana LaFay, still so beautiful even in the form of a crone, who was the one who was asked and succeeded to rescue her, whose magick changed her the way she was. She was the woman who saved her life, then mentored her in magick. "He doesn't have long. He wishes to see you."

"Coming, Lady LaFay," Terry said with the respect the woman deserved, getting up. She grabbed a heavy backpack and followed her out of the room.

They walked down the hallway of the shelter to another room where Superman stood like a guard. He didn't look like the seemly invincible hero Terry had fought with at her side. He looked considerably pale with dark circles under dulled blue eyes and had lost some mass. Without the sun's golden light, he was just a man now.

"Morgana, 'Ry," he greeted to her like the friend that he was, "You're looking better each day."

"Thank you, Kal. Holding up okay?" she asked.

"As I ever will be," he answered. Terry knew it was hard for him of all people. He spent his life protecting this planet and just about everything was gone. What remained his were Terry and Bruce.

Terry nodded in understanding. He and Superman followed Morgana inside the room to see the elderly man that lay on the bed. Her eyes soften at the sight of him.

Bruce Wayne, the original Batman, was no longer the handsome, strong man he once was, a man who spent his whole life protect Gotham City and the planet after a tragedy from age eight. In his youth, he seemed beyond human being able to outsmart and defeat even Superman. Then his own heart betrayed him and benched him. Even after his body began to slowly weaken with age, he still had his mind and his mission. He was then Terry's mentor and guide as the new Batman.

Terry always respected him, cared about him like a father figure. The loyalty Bruce inspired and even demanded was tested in her fourteen years as Batman, especially when she had found out just a few months before the Enlightenment that the man was actually her biological father, not Warren McGinnis, the man she still dearly loved as her dad. He would always be her dad deep inside. She guessed she had a mother and two fathers. Her magick came from Warren, a descendant of a powerful Irish witch.

Now, this man, once the Dark Knight, was dying. His medicine had run out. He didn't have long in this dead world.

"Terry," he said, panting. She went to him, took his hand in hers.

"Hey, B, don't stress yourself."

"No, listen to me. Take the bat suit with you. It's yours," Bruce tells her.

"What?" Terry had plans on taking a new alias, one so she could use her magick and be herself. Batman didn't like magick or would take the risks she would have to take. Besides that, when she would go into the past, there will be Batman as Bruce's younger self.

"It's yours. You are Batman, female, magick, and all. I have a favor to ask of you."

"Anything."

"Terry, I need you to make a life for yourself. Don't make the Mission your life."

Terry blinked. She was either losing her mind already or Bruce was finally losing his. Bruce's true self was Batman. The Mission was life to Batman. A personal life meant nothing to that morale.

"Live your life as your own. Indulge into your desires, fall in love, have a family. Keep me from making mistakes with Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Barbara. Keep me from distancing myself from them. Keep the Joker away from Jason and Tim. Change what you can for the better, if you are allowed. Please, forgive me for the mistakes I made with you. Be yourself. Be proud of it, because I am proud of you. I always was, even though I never really showed it. You are Batman, you are my heir, and you are my daughter. I have always loved you... as... mine."

He was letting go, Terry knew as her eyes stung with tears. She already long lost one father. Now she was losing him.

"I promise I will try. I love you too... Father."

Bruce smiled. He took his last breath. And he was gone.

Bruce Wayne, Batman, was at rest at last. After a lifetime of struggle in the name of justice, he was at peace. Hopefully, he was finally reunited with his parents he had lost too young, reunited with Alfred and the family he had let slip through his fingers.

Terry laid Bruce's limp hand on his still abdomen. She used her almost mastered power to conjure a small bouquet of white roses, like the type he liked to place on his parents' graves. She put them beside him in respect.

Morgana placed her hand on her student's slender shoulder. "Terry, it's almost time for you to go."

"Yes, Lady LaFay." Terry gave Bruce one more look and picked up her bag. The bat suit, all with the mask and belt, was folded neatly on the nightstand. Terry placed it in her pack as instructed to take it with her.

"Terry, I would like a favor," Kal requested. Terry turned to him, ready to listen to what he would ask of her, which was most likely something for her to do in the past. Not that she didn't already have a lot on her plate. "I need you to watch over Superboy."

Terry blinked in surprise. The Superboy was a clone of Kal. He was half-human, half-Kryptonian, a fact that confused Terry. Wouldn't that mean he was actually a test-tube baby? He was killed in a fight with a powerful being from an alternate Earth.

"I didn't do right by him, 'Ry. Even when I got my head straight about him, I kept my distance from him. I trained him so little, referring him only as my brother, handing him over to my parent or the League, putting my cousin, Kara, first. No one really had his rights or feelings in mind. Would you make sure he has someone? Maybe it would be enough for him to truly live and be able to survive that battle."

"I'll do what I can, Kal," she told him. After all, essentially, she and Superboy were kin.


Terry stood in circle in the middle of the room Morgana had set up for the ritual. She had everything she need, said good-bye that she needed to, and was ready.

"Remember, if - no, when you succeed in ending the Enlightenment, you can never back. A new future, a new timeline, will be formed. Your place will be in past," warned Morgana. She stood outside the circle with a bowl of herbs she already had before the Enlightenment, salt, blessed water, and three drops of Terry's blood.

"Yes, my lady."

"Trust in the magick, my best student. Listen to Her and Mother Earth to guide you in your mission and in life," Morgana then began the spell:

"In our darkest hour,
"We call upon this complex power,
"I bestow the traveler with this sign,
"Of Moon, Sun, and Life, to where I see in my mind,
"Spent her safely to this place,
"Through the stream of Time and Space,
"With the power of three, Power in me,
"So mote it be."

Power came alive in the room. It whirled like wind until it formed a vertex behind Terry. Before she realized what was happening, it sucked her in, turning the clock backwards for her.

Terry flew the stream of time. She was going to the past for a new life and a new future.


The time portal opened in the time Morgana wished, dropped Terry alone. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Terry's magick and the Earth's power connected like a puzzle piece.

"Welcome, my child," a motherly voice spoke within Terry's mind.

She shook her head, trying to see straight from the rather rough ride. She looked around her survivings. It was night, and she reconized she was in an alley in just Gotham City, not Neo Gotham City.

Terry felt different. She looked down, finding herself smaller than. Looking her reflection in a store. She sheirked like a girl.

"I'm... I'm a... I'm a slagging teenager," she whispered in shock. She appeared to be thirteen. She lost some more heigh, and her already small curves were non-existant. How was she meant to save the entire planet as a teenager!?

Terry heard a giggle. "Yes, you're deaged. It's all the part of the plan. I've been waiting for you to come."

It took Terry a second to realize that the voice was Mother Earth. It was her voice in her head. With Terry's best element being earth and her talent as empathy, she found herself connected to the very planet she was protecting.

She sighed. Morgana said to trust the magick. This should be fun, note the sarcasm.

So it begins.


Hope you enjoy this first chapter.

Chapter 2 - Terry is settling in her new surroundings in 2007 as a teenager.