Dark. It was dark. I knew that.

It was also cold. Very cold.

I couldn't move. I tried to, but I was frozen in place.

Place...what was this place? Where was I?

I remember...something…tests, experiments…

There were voices, outside my container. I heard them. But what did they want?

Suddenly, it was warmer. My limbs felt freer. I could move.

And then I was falling. And then I wasn't. I felt something grasping me. A voice spoke.

"Are you alright?" I heard words now. I thought about the question. I felt weak, but I was unhurt. My limbs felt stiff and sore. But I was okay. I nodded in answer.

I tried to stand, but my legs gave way and I was once again caught. I tried to open my eyes, but the light was too bright and I shut them tight again.

"Who are you?" Another voice spoke, a different one from the first. I thought that same question myself. Words manifested from a dark corner of my mind.

"H-Hawk...girl," I managed. It was a strain on my throats that hadn't spoke in so long. How long had it been? A few weeks? Months? Years? I wasn't sure.

I heard talking again. I opened my eyes again to find that the light didn't hurt as much as before. The words moved too fast for me to pick up, but I recognized one word: wings.

I had wings? I turned around at the thought and to my surprise a pair of dark brown bird wings met my eyes. I cried out in surprise, and tried to crawl away, but the wings seemed to follow my movements.

Three figures, I now saw, tried to console me, but I backed into a wall that was cold to the touch. One was in front of the other two. Was he their leader? He wore a red-colored shirt and had weird tattoos on his arms. I looked to the two at his side.

One was wearing yellow and had red goggles on his head and red pants, and the last was shorter than the others, wearing a red shirt with an "R" on the side partially hidden by a black cape. His eyes were covered by a mask.

They didn't seem to be attacking me, so I relaxed a little. I heard a shuffle behind me and turned to realize the brown wings were pressed awkwardly against the cold wall. I leaned forward to get a better look at them.

They responded to my movements, and I realized that they were connected to my back. I tried moving them on my own, stretching my shoulders up and down. The wings- my wings- did the same.

They looked frail, sick almost. They were small, and their movements were stiff and sent jolts of pain into my shoulders.

I turned back to the three, who were still staring at me with shocked amazement. I stood, this time with success.

"Who...who are you?" I asked, my voice creaking like I hadn't used it in years, which I possibly hadn't.

"I am Aqualad." The leader spoke first, in a formal tone. "This is Robin and Kid Flash. We will not hurt you." He pointed to the yellow caped boys, respectfully.

I nodded. They didn't seem like the mean, angry types, and they had released me from...somewhere I didn't know.

A door was to my right that the three went through. I followed to find a dim hallway outside. They seemed to be going to some sort of doorway, so I decided they were my best options to get out.

The doors opened to a small room. I stepped inside, looking around at my surroundings.

"Out is up!" I heard Kid Flash say. I looked. Up at a screen that showed numbers descending.

"Project Kr is down," Robin replied. My mind was beginning to clear as I heard more words spoken.

"What is...Project K-r?" I asked, pronouncing the two letters slowly.

"We're about to find out," Robin answered as the doors opened again.

This hallway was much different than the one I saw. Did that still make it a hallway? Could things be the same and yet...different?

"Bizarre-looking hallway one, or bizarre-looking hallway two?" I looked between the two options, not wanting to go through either of them.

Sister, a voice called out. I turned to the others, confused, but they didn't seem to hear anything. Why are you here?

They freed me, I answered. Aqualad, Robin, Kid Flash, I continued. I seemed to be answering a lot of questions today, and yet I was the one who wanted answers.

I saw a creature, an alien-looking figure wearing a long white shirt and pants similar to my own.

Move, sister, the voice returned as the creature's horns glowed and I realized that he was the voice.

Boxes from the sides of the hallway floated on his command, and were sent flying towards the four of us. I launched myself at the side to get out of the way, using my wings for an extra push and I landed against the flesh-like hallway side.

No, stop! Those are my friends! I pleaded to the creature. I remembered him now. He helped me, and now he had tried to hurt me. Why?

I don't know why I called them my friends; I barely knew them. But they had freed me. I owed them my life.

I dashed from my place, running and following the others as Kid Flash sped ahead of us. I heard a sound, then saw him put a can in place to hold a closing door open.

I jumped and used my wings as leverage to duck into the door as alien-things chased after the four of us. Aqualad kicked the can that held the door open, leaving us locked inside. I didn't like it.

I saw Robin produce a glowing blue circle-thing from his gauntlet and confirmed that we were indeed trapped inside.

"Uh, guys?" Kid Flash called from deeper in the room. "You'll want to see this." I followed Robin and Aqualad to a computer-desk in front of some sort of container. For some reason, the sight looked familiar to me. Is that where I had come from? A container like that?

I saw a boy inside. My eyes widened and then I was in front of the container. I put my hand up on the glass, looking up at the still face that was also familiar.

"Brother," I said under my breath. I remembered him. But he was too violent. I wasn't violent enough. He was too unstable while I refused to fight. I remembered that.

"They're making a slave out of...Superman's son," I turned back to the three as I heard Kid Flash speak. No doubt they had been talking about the boy. But if he was a slave...what did that make me?

"Now we contact the League," Aqualad said.

"The League? What league?" I asked, still wanting some answers about them.

"The Justice League. Y'know, Flash, Batman, Superman...Hawkman, Hawkwoman," Kid Flash explained. The names were all unfamiliar except two.

"You know… Hawkman and Hawkwoman?" I questioned. Those names sounded so familiar…I knew they had to do something with me…

"Well we-"

"A clone!" I suddenly shouted. I stepped back and ducked my head down, embarrassed at my outburst. They all looked at me with strange expressions.

"I am a clone born from DNA acquired from Hawkman and Hawkwoman," I stated the purpose I served as I remembered the words. They looked at one another, seemingly sharing a silent conversation.

My attention was turned back to the boy, where three little alien-things' horns started glowing. That can't be good…

"This, all of this, is wrong." Kid Flash turned to look at me briefly.

"We can't leave him here," Robin chimed in. I agreed, but stayed silent.

"Set him free," Aqualad commanded Robin, who pulled up the glowing blue circle-thing again.

And then the glass moved. I stepped back as he was freed. He clenched his fists, and I felt fear take hold. I didn't know what would happen.

With a start, he lunged at us. He swatted me away like a fly, knocking me back and against the metal door. I cried out in pain as my wings were smashed between it and my body and I fell to the floor.

With blurry vision, I saw the Superboy over power the rest of the three, one by one. I wanted to help, but I was too weak, too hurt.

Please...someone...help… The world went dark again.

A/N: I apologize in advance for anything I may have gotten wrong about Thanagarians.

With that said, welcome all to my crappy 1-am-idea fanfic! I don't know how long this'll run for, but it'll mainly follow the first season of Young Justice, with a few personal plots tying in as well.

Reviews, favorites, and followers are all welcome.

Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice or anything related to it. I only own my OC Hawkgirl.