I own no rights to Young Justice, or any of the characters except the story and my OC Villain.

Warning: This fanfiction contains suggestive themes, underage drinking and driving.

Gotham city was unuasually still, the streets footslogging with caution after the last unmerciless attacks of asylum escapees. The skies were pitch black, the clouds spread thick around the city; not a single star was seen.
Somehow, this particular night in Gotham, was calm, almost normal. Although sirens reigned through out the city during this time of night,
the air was somehow inviting, whispering into the bodies of most still about the city. A lone Fluorescent street lamp pulsed erractically by a spray painted dumpster, and the light was the only on the street that wasn't shot out by rebeling street gangs and slingshotting local children. Noone would expect a person to be camping in the back streets of Gotham city, especially not this particular back street. Hell, anyone with half a brain were miles from that part of town, only because they valued their lives.

Which made the normal quiet of night...Abnormal.

If you listened hard enough,
you could hear the hissing of test tubes and vials crash over hard wooden floors, building a quick indoor pool on the 13th floor. A greenhouse, not a single slum Apartment builiding was free of the drug addicts. This one was about to send a sea of flame into all floor and all the rooms inside burning everything; beds, chairs, TV sets, princess dolls and racecars. Everything... And everyone.

The largest vial containing a green liquid poured out on the floor. A man with a untrimmed beard and no hair except in his bulbous nostrils, pulled a small match from his brown trench coat pocket. The pocket engulfed his hand, making the coat compartment impossibly huge. He lit it against the match box and sent it fluttering down to the fluids by his booted feet. the repulsive fluid glistened in the moon, rolling around the green substance, turning it a angelic silver and gold. It came alive as the flames spread around the room and in through the cracks and splits of every corner. The twisting flames shown through with shortlived figures dancing inside.

They were burning their bridges, along with 16 other innocent families. A good hour. that's how much time the people in the apartment building would have before the flames rose to high from them to get out. Before they were swallowed.

forty-five agonizing minutes past by like hours. People flooded out to the street, carrying their small children at their sides and their loved ones close behind.
A familiar sirene issued in the night.
A firetruck wrapped around the corner of the street, forcing the throng of people to step aside to allow them passage. A few men in yellow fire department uniforms jumped out the back with a yellow hose cradle underneath their medium build. They attached it to the fire hydrant, feet by the vandalised dumpster underneath the flickering fluorescent street lamp.
The bystanders watched as the hose let a waterfall free from the thick yellow hose, dousing the burning building.

They wouldn't make in time to save Allison, a young 5 year old girl, bright as the sun. Nor would they be quick enough to save the newborns on the 6th floor, or their big brother, cowering by their cradle. Or the oldest of the deaths that night, Catherine.

This is how things were in Gotham city. No hero would have ever been able to predict a mad fire, or how many would die inside it.
Or what the people were thinking at the end. But we all know it had something to do with how cruel the world can be.

Was a light they saw at the end?

Blue Valley, Nebraska was deafly silent, serious. Blue Valley was place where not much but befoonary and risky tricks were to be done for fun.
There wasn't that much; a new cinema, which few who were interested had the money to afford, and Wal-Mart by a few sketchy strip malls and spas'.

Wally West, a tall tomato red 15 year old, with freckles dotting his burning skin, stood on the suburb of Milburry street, muling over everything he had done. The hot sun beating on his hatted head, with threats of skin disease and first-degree burns. He had lost well over five-pounds this morning.

A red sportscar whizzed by him, containing four underage partying drunks in the back and two in the front. A boy who probably failed the hazing, was most likely folded in the trunk by a dead rabbit they had hit a mile back on the highway. His long black leather coat was jammed in the trunk, fluttering in the updrift.
Wally sighed. He watched the car as it faded into the heatwaves rising off the asphalt. Then turned a corner and disapeared behind a blue house with busted windows.

Little did they know, a traffic cop was just about to meet them around the curb. Wally knew that guy from the Blue Valley police department, or more his mother knew the fat cop, given she knew his wife, and they met because Wally went to the same school as their son, Daniel "Danny Boy" Wilker.

He looked off into the blue sky just as Mr. Wilker's siren blarred. He wasn't going to aid the cop. the middle aged man would catch them before they could leave the neighborhood. Plus, there wasn't much a teenage boy, possibly suffering from a minor case of heatstroke, could do that that police officer couldn't.

Rummaging through his thoughts. He was debating whether to go see his friends in Rhode Island,
or remain in burning Blue Valley. He had already set a firework off in a bullies mailbox. Already read all the comics he had already read a week back.
Already jumped out his second story window, dropping onto a mattress he had rolled out as a cusion for his fall. Hell, he even checked the police radio in his fathers den for anything worth Flash juinors heroic appearance. Nothing but surplus acts of theviery and unimportant bull of kids just having a "good time". He sighed again.

He tipped his baseball cap down over his eyes. "Rhode Island it is." He whispered. Than he disapeared, leaving a cloud of leaves exploding into the air.

Megan was staring at the back of Conner's head. Her eyes pierced through his skull with such fierce power, she'd felt if she had continued the clone would go bald in the back.

He was sitting infront of the 62 inch TV in the dainty den. Megan had set up Martha Stewart. The Martian girl had expected Conner to get mad when she took the remote, but he had pratically given it to her. She graciously accepted the offer with a blush.

She was wondering if maybe she should make some cremed donuts, just ilke Martha had, for when the rest of the team showed up. But instead the tedious clone infected her with his contagious laziness.
And so she felt like doing nothing but watch Martha's Magical Marathon all day from the kitchen, and only then peek a look at the cupcake mix she'd left idle by the sink.

"Hey guys!" Shouted a familiar voice from the entrace way.
Megan hadn't even heard the voice recognition that usually notifyed their guests, but through the heat everything got passed her. Even sleeping was proving to be a challenge in the Rhode Island heatwave.

A petite boy, dressed in a black coat with a yellow shirt and blue jeans entered trhough the archway, waving to the bleak red headed girl with a polite smile.
His shirt had a logo printed below a high rise collar; a emblem with two gold dragons positioned like yin and yang, with large white texts below, written in kerean. A logo she vaguely recognized. A pair of black sunglasses finished the look, made it impossible to see the eyes hidden behind them.

Dick Grayson,-which he hadn't told his team his secret idenitity- the Batman's protege and the youngest member in Young Justice. He usually arrives before Wally and Artemis.

"Is everything okay in here," He looked around the corner to the zombie clone slouching on the oddly colored sofa.
The TV was playing a commercial for pepto bismal. The song was sure to be stuck in his head for the rest of the day.

"Did someone die?"

Recognize-Kid Flash B03

Megan and Dick waited for the brimful of energy to enter in a stream of blurring color. But Instead, dragging his feet, he tediously moaned down the hallway. Megan waved to him, but he didn't seem to notice her.

"Hey." Dick said.

"Hey." Wally replied.

He enter the dimly lit den and sat beside the couch potatoe, Conner. He dropped down hard and put his head on the arm rest, his legs folded as to not accidently kick Superboy.

Megan heaved out a exasperated sigh from the heat, blowing her red hair that ran free from her forehead.

"Is Artemis and Aqualad here yet?"Dick asked. He didn't seem entirely interested if they we or not.

"they are not." She answered.

Suddenly a commercial blarred on the TV, alarming the teen heroes. It showed a few flashing lights and car wrecks, then zoomed out to a hospitalized woman with oily brown hair being rushed into surgery. The scene changed to a brown panneled office room. In the corner was a tall book case with nothing but red books on all shelves. A black leather chair sat behind a oak desk with a gold name plate on top.

A fat man stepped infront of the cameraman.
He was dressed in a spiffy black tuxedo, with a gray handlebar mustache and a obviously fake hair piece on top of his bulbous head. "Hello!" He spoke with a husky voice. His mouth opened to reveal one missing tooth on the top and two on the bottom. "I'm George Hurnachy," The man spoke with a serious tone. Dick laughed at his name. "I'm a professional lawye-" Wally had swiftly turn the channel to a infomercial on vacuums.

"Wally! I wanted to see if he could present my case." The 13 year old chuckled.

"You should watch something that's actually worth watching." Wally said.

"Like what, does the cave even have a selection of movies." Dick was spying into the fridge for something to drink, but there was nothing but milk, cheese and eggs. in this heat milk was deadly. "And even if the cave did have movies, it was probably all switched to snow white and sleeping beauty."

Everyone was silent again. The cool air from the fridge wrapped around Megan's beating brow, cooling the sweat on her back blissfully.

"Hello Megan, I know what we can do." She said facepalming. The boys all looked towards her. "We could go to the theater. It's got cooling and we can watch something new!" The boys exchanged looks with each other.

"Yeah, that sounds awesome, but I'm broke." Wally now had his head resting on the stern of the couch, his arms crossed over the back cover.

Dick closed the refridgerator door and stepped into the den. Wally watched him until he strangled himself on the frame of the sofa, and was forced to sit up normally.

"I could pay for us all, I have a credit card." Dick put his hands into his pockets and stared at Conner, then Wally.

"I'm in." Wally Flashed onto his feet. "Well, Supees, you coming." The superpowered teen rose without saying a word, in short he agreed with the idea.

"Okay, I say we watch a horror movie! Paranormal Pets just went into theaters!" Wally Said.

"I heard that was good!" Dick joined Wally by his left. The two boys looked at the martian with goofy grins pleading with pearly whites.

"I don't know...What about you Superboy?" Megan said.
The boy towered by the green sofa with a unimpressed look on his face. His black hair was brushed to one side.

"I'm okay with anything."

Dick and Wally cheered and raced to the entrance. Megan waited for Conner to follow them before she walked to the TV and clicked the power button. She watched as the screen unlit with a quick flash, then walked slowly to the hallway, where she left her overshirt and flipped the lightswitch.

I'm changing some things with the fanfiction. If your reading it and think "I don't remeber that?" Then no worries, you aren't crazy.

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