Time for me to make a Young Justice/Transformers story! This idea just came to me when I was reading a MTMTE comic (best tf comic btw) and so I just decided to make it a story. I will continue this, but only when I have time. If it gets popular, then I might consider making more entries more often. Enjoy Reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Young justice or Transformers

Introduction:

It has been a tough 4 million years for the Cybertronians. The third civil war in the planet's history, so long that it was dubbed the "Great War". One Cybertronian, Megatron of Tarn, started the war that would plunge Cybertron into an era of darkness, bloodshed, and terror. Cybertron lost the ability to sustain life. The war dragged on, billions of casualties on both sides, a seemingly endless stalemate that would last for millions of years. After 4 million years, Megatron and his Decepticons have been defeated. Cybertron is now being repopulated, as fleeing Cybertronians come back home. Megatron, regretting the destruction he caused, asks for forgiveness. The small population of Cybertron, Autobot, Decepticon, and neutrals, gather to decide what should be done with him…

"Kill him!"

"That bastard needs to die!"

"Let's skip the trial, go to the execution!"

Megatron heard all these comments from the crowd, jeering and mocking him as he waited for the trial to start. He sat in his cell, the once fearsome and courageous leader now silent and remorseful. He began to lose himself in his own thoughts when he heard someone knock on the cell door.

"I thought I might check on you before the trial started." Megatron immediately locked up to see his old enemy, Optimus Prime. The two had not talked since Megatron announced his surrender. The two had not talked like this since before the War.

"What do you want?" Megatron asked, facing the ground once again.

"I want to talk. I want to talk like we used to, before the war, before all the chaos started." Optimus said. Megatron let out a deep sigh before turning to face him.

"Megatron, are you sure you want to go through with this? You realize there's a large chance you will end up being executed publicly, or stripped down into just your spark and brain and stored in a box while your body is melted down into spare parts." Optimus said. Megatron could tell there was concern in his voice, which surprised him. If it was anyone that wanted to see him die, he thought it would be Optimus.

"Yes, I'm positively sure about what I'm doing. Whether the public want to hear what I have to say or not, I want them to know that I'm changed. There is no tyrant left in me, no urge to kill and conquer. If it is chosen that I'm to be executed or stored in a small box, then I will allow it to happen and I will not retaliate what so ever." Megatron said. Optimus nodded before going towards the door to leave.

"Trial starts in two minutes. Good luck." Optimus said. The Autobot leader then walked off, shutting the door behind him. Megatron turned, facing the ground once again.

The seats were filled to the brim with Cybertronians, onlookers that wanted to see for themselves what would happen to the person that single handedly caused their war. As Megatron was escorted to the trial, he could see his judge, the person that would decide whether he would live the rest of his sorrowful life or die in form of public execution: Optimus prime. He then stood still, listening to the crimes he had committed during the War as he trial began.

"Megatron of Tarn, you stand here accused of crimes against the species. The accusations are as follows: you started a terrorist army that went against Cybertronian law, you used unethical ways of violence to spread your message, you are responsible for the extinction of over 100 billion different species of lifeforms, you are responsible for conquering and even straight up destroying countless planets, and you are responsible for the deaths of over 4.6 billion Cybertronians. Atrocities include but are not limited to: mass murder, torture, use of banned weapons, single handedly instigating Cybertron's largest war, slavery, and use of "peace" camps to commit mass genocide. How do you plead?" A bot named Prowl announced. Megatron could not deny these crimes put against him. He had committed them all, and had millions of witnesses to prove it. Megatron had one answer in mind, one answer he knew he wanted to say.

"Guilty." Megatron said. There were murmurs and whispers in the crowd. Everyone then grew silent, listening to the trial go on. Megatron listened as many witnesses talked about the crimes he commited. At the stand, Optimus listened as well, taking note of every witness used, everything they had said. Finally, after what seemed like several days, the trial came to an end. Optimus then began to speak.

"Megatron of Tarn, you have been convicted of many crimes against the species. Therefore, you will be exiled from Cybertron for as long as you live. You will not be allowed to come back, for you would then be violating Cybertronian law. You leave tomorrow." Optimus announced loudly. There were many side conversations, many seeming to disagree with the sentence. Even Prowl went ahead and threw the datapad he was holding, stomping on it angrily. The trial was finished.

Megatron was escorted to meet Optimus at another location. He soon walked into a large room, one with many devices scattered everywhere on top of tables. He spotted Optimus, and saw four Cybertronians beside him.

"Megatron, I would like for you to meet Nautica, Perceptor, and Brainstorm. They were given a task by me personally to create a machine related to your sentence." Optimus said. There were two other Cybertronians beside Optimus as well, one of which Megatron had some information on. The other he had not seen before.

"Don't worry Prime, I don't think you need to introduce ME. After all, Megatron probably knows about me." Rodimus said. The other Autobot, Skids, was just typing into a datapad. Optimus then turned to Perceptor, but before the scientist could speak, Brainstorm cut him off.

"Behold! This machine was created by us to weaken you before you were exiled! This baby could convert a fearsome, powerful and hated Decepticon warrior like you into any organic species we could choose from." Brainstorm said. Perceptor just rolled his eyes while Nautica giggled.

"I'll forget how insulting your presentation to me was if you explain why I need THIS before my exile. I won't be returning to Cybertron as promised, I don't see the need for a device like this." Megatron said.

"I want to see if you really changed. I want to see if you actually changed, and that this isn't some elaborate plan of yours to reignite the spark that started the War. And to help with that, this machine was created. Not only will you be exiled, but I specifically chose a planet for you to stay. This machine will turn you into an organic, and you will live amongst them." Optimus explained. Megatron was highly against this idea, however.

"You can't do this! Despite my crimes, I still have rights! You can't just dump me on a random planet and expect me to make long-lasting friendships!" Megatron said.

"Yes, but I have notified the people you are staying with. They only agreed if this process was done to you. It will not hurt you in any shape or form. Besides, I believe it will be a great learning experience for you." Optimus said. Megatron put his head down in defeat while Optimus turned to face the others.

"All five of you are leaving with him." Optimus said. He wasn't surprised he got negative reviews from them. Except Nautica. Nautica had not experienced the War, having been from Caminus.

"Please, settle down. I need people to watch over him and make sure he is doing fine. Since you are all in on the secret, you're all the best choices. Don't worry, there will be others coming with you." Optimus explained. Perceptor, Brainstorm, Skids and Rodimus lowered their heads in defeat before preparing the machine to use it on Megatron. Megatron stepped into the chamber, the door shutting behind him quietly. The inside started to glow, showing that it had started. Megatron could feel the metal on his body disappearing, being replaced by organic flesh. He also felt himself shrink, getting smaller, and smaller. When it was all over, Megatron stepped out to see that he was much smaller than the Autobots standing before him. As Megatron was escorted to the ship, The rest of the Autobots Optimus assigned to follow him prepared to leave for the planet.

"Alright, everyone in the Rodpod, we're leaving in two minutes!" Rodimus said, clapping his hands together loudly to get everyone to hurry up. After Perceptor, Skids, Nautica, Brainstorm, and Megatron walked into the ship, three other Autobots came over. Ultra Magnus was standing in the front, making a list of the people coming in.

"Names?"

"I'm Nightbeat, this is Tailgate, and this is Swerve." The last name Ultra Magnus heard was a familiar one. He let the first two enter, but then stopped Swerve.

"Swerve, why are you here? Knowing you, you probably hate Megatron, and I really don't understand why Optimus chose yo-"

"Aw c'mon Magnus! I love a good quest, and this is a brand new planet we're going to. I can imagine all the fun I'll have!" Swerve said happily. Ultra Magnus just sighed before typing his name into the list, allowing Swerve to walk in. After the two minutes, the Rodpod left Cybertron, going to the destination that Megatron was exiled to...

On Earth…

"Batman, are you sure this is a good idea? I heard about Megatron. He is an extremely dangerous man, robot, whatever he is. How can you be sure this is okay?" Superman asked. The two Justice Leaguers were in the Watchtower, Batman typing on a computer.

"I'm sure it'll be fine. Even if something does happen, I have a special device in case of emergencies. If he acts out, all I have to do is press this button and he will be in a coma in less than a second. Then, we'll ship him back to where he came from." Batman said as he took out a small switch. It had a button on top, Batman's thumb resting on top of it. Just then, the Watchtower announced a ship coming in.

"Speaking of him…" Superman said. The two superheroes walked up, greeting the several humans that walked in.

"I see you went through the process as promised." Batman said. Superman was shocked to see Megatron, who hardly looked like he was the fearsome tyrant everyone talked about. He had white hair and red eyes. He looked like a tall, strong but elderly man, scars marking his face. He wore a large coat, with a skull belt buckle.

"Follow me. I'll show you where you'll be living for now." Batman said. Superman stayed right where he was while Batman took the Cybertronians to the Zeta Tubes. He quickly authorized access for them, and they all stepped in…

"I'm bored. Robin, you want to do something?" Wally asked his best friend. Everyone just sat around in the Cave, wishing there was something they could do to amuse themselves.

"I don't know. I don't have any good ideas for a prank yet." Robin replied. Just then, the Zeta Tube announced the arrival of Batman, as well as other people.

"02, Batman. A13, Megatron. A14, Rodimus. A15, Perceptor. A16, Nautica. A17, Brainstorm. A18, Skids. A19, Ultra Magnus. A20, Nightbeat. A21, Tailgate. A22, Swerve." Beside Batman were several people, all who looked rather different. All of them looked unfamiliar, except one of them. He had a orange t-shirt with yellow flames and a strange, red symbol. Over his t-shirt, he wore an unbuttoned striped shirt and a bright orange vest. On his right arm were black flame tattoos, and there were fingerless gloves on his hands. Artemis immediately took out her bow and aimed at the man, while Zatanna was ready to chant a quick spell. The man, who was Rodimus, immediately put his hands up in surrender.

"Dang, we've only been here for two seconds and they already want to kill us just because we're standing near Megatron." Rodimus said. Skids then leaned in, whispering to Rodimus.

"Um, they're actually aiming at YOU." Skids pointed out.

"Alright, who thought it was a good idea to let Harm come here!" Artemis shouted. She still pointed an arrow to Rodimus' chest.

"Alright, I have no idea what you're talking about! My name is not Harm, it's Rodimus, thank you very much. Three syllables. Rod-i-mus." Rodimus said. Both Artemis and Zatanna calmed down, realizing it wasn't who they thought he was. Everyone's attention then turned toward Batman.

"Team, this is Megatron. He was a Cybertronian, and is responsible for a civil war that killed billions of his species, as well as other alien species. After a trial on his planet, which you are welcome to watch, he has been exiled to here where he is dedicated to changing his life and making amends for his crimes. The reason I'm telling you this is because he will become a new caretaker for you all." Batman explained. Everyone's mouth was wide open, even the Autobots there.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, this is the reason why Optimus sent Megatron here? Cause I'm sure they want nothing to do with him. Seriously, the guy was convicted of crimes against the species. Honestly, you can't get worst than that. Look at their shocked expressions! I'm sure the last thing they want is to be near a psychopa- okay I'll stop now." Rodimus said. Batman gave Rodimus his signature Bat-Glare, making him stop talking. Batman then turned to Megatron.

"Black Canary will be doing a therapist session with you, so that we could better understand you. Are you okay with this?" Batman asked.

"Yes, I am." Megatron then left with Canary for his session.

"And when did you decide the universe needed 'dominating'?" Black Canary asked. Megatron sat in the chair, thinking about an answer. Although he didn't show it, he couldn't wait until the session was over.

"I decided that the universe needed 'dominating' when I believed all organic life was inferior to mechanical life like Cybertronians. My original goal was to attack one planet to strike fear into others, but then I realized I could exploit the resources of many others to help my Decepticon army thrive and fight." Megatron answered. He couldn't deny it, the answer was as honest as could be. Black Canary nodded and wrote some stuff down before asking another question.

"What was your original goal for you and your followers?" Black Canary asked. Megatron knew this question would come up eventually. He knew the answer, having been thinking about it since his surrender.

"I wanted to change Cybertron. It's rules, it's rulers, they were all corrupt, each and every one of them. The aristocratic government that looked down upon the worker class, the class that I was in, the class that did all the hard and dirty work. I was determined to get rid of the corrupt system, to change Cybertron forever."

"And from what I heard, you did."

"Yes, but not for the better. I caused my planet to lose the ability to sustain life. I plunged our planet into a darker age, more darker than it had ever been before."

"But what made you change? What made you surrender all you had created in the four million years?" Black Canary asked. Megatron leaned back in his chair, and prepared his answer. He knew what to say, he had told Optimus the reason the day the War ended.

"I used to tell my enemies, especially Optimus, I killed for the sake of killing. I wanted him to hurt me as much as he could, because I knew he wouldn't, he couldn't hurt anyone. If he did, it hurts him and I knew it. When the world thinks you're a monster, why would it matter to you? They're wrong, all wrong. But when you start to think of yourself as a monster, you start to hate the person you become. I hate the person I became and I still do." After he was finished, Black Canary wrote some more notes down before putting her notepad away.

"You can go now. Just at least try to talk to the Team, get them to know you better." Black Canary said. Megatron got up from his seat and walked away, a small smile on his face.

"Oh my god, you're right. I do look like him. Hey Percy, check it out! I look exactly like this guy!" Rodimus said happily. Perceptor just nodded his head, his eyes glued to several sheets of paper in his hands.

"Done! Your 'homework' is very easy! They should give you harder problems…" Perceptor said.

"No no no, I don't think that's a good idea. Besides, at least it's done!" Wally exclaimed as he sped off. Just then, Megatron walked into the room. He saw that the Autobots that came with him had already befriended the Team

"The Team. Very generic name. Decepticon team names weren't very generic, like the Constructicons, Stunticons, Seacons, Predacons…" Megatron thought to himself. He then walked up to everyone, who turned to face him.

"Alright, as you all may have heard, I will be another caretaker for you. As for the rest of the Cybertronians that came with me, they are just here to either make sure I don't kill you or they are here because this planet is new to us." Megatron announced loudly. Ultra Magnus then walked up where Megatron was standing and started talking.

"Alright, I just downloaded all the rules here into my brain. So, let me go over the r-."

"NO NO NO! GUYS, RUN! HE'S GOING TO SHOW YOU A 50 SLIDE PRESENTATION THAT'LL KILL YOU WITH BOREDOM AT IT'S WORST!" Swerve yelled loudly. Wally leaned in to talk to Nightbeat.

"Is that true?"

"I don't want to be rude, because I'm usually not, but yeah, it's true." Nightbeat answered honestly. Rodimus casually walked up to Magnus, seeing that the tall Autobot was beginning the presentation.

"Magnus, these guys aren't naive and we don't want to kill them with your 50 slide presentation."

"It's 75 slides, not 50." Magnus corrected. Rodimus just ignored this and continued.

"Look, 50 slides or 75 slides, it doesn't matter. So how about you cheer up a bit, and as that one red guy told me, stay traught." Rodimus said. The grammar mistake in his sentence bothered Magnus, who was known to be a perfectionist.

"There's no such thing as the word 'traught'. It's distraught, you're using it incorrectly because you aren't supposed to take away the prefix and, nevermind." Ultra Magnus said as he saw Rodimus walk away. Megatron then started to talk.

"Did you ever notice he uses bad grammar to distract you?" Megatron pointed out.

"He does!? RODIMUS!" Ultra Magnus chased after him. Everyone began to laugh, seeing Rodimus running from a slightly angry Ultra Magnus. Although no one noticed, Megatron smiled before he went to see if their hab suite rooms were set up.

Sorry if the story feels rushed, I was just writing what came to my mind. If you noticed, yes, I picked characters from MTMTE since that was the comic that gave me the idea. Anyway, thanks for reading!