Athens
July 22nd, 18:47
Heels clicked against the metal floor, the noise the only sound that echoed against the walls. The owner of the heels paused in their tracks, hands coming to rest of their slim hips as though awaiting something to happen.
Unexpectedly, a screech of agony pierced through the unusual hush to the woman's left, the beautiful music sounding sweet in her ears. A smirk bloomed across her red stained lips as they continued on her tracks down the never ending hallway with the continuing cries following them.
About a few feet away were large double doors that had light pouring out from underneath. Yet the white glow made her mouth pull down into a frown at the fact that her partner had begun the examination before she had arrived. So she hurried along, making a mental note to talk to them about the little predicament later.
Perfectly manicured fingers wrapped around the handle and pulled the door open with unneeded strength. All of the inhabitants in the room jolted out of their positions at the unanticipated arrival. Rather than focusing on the other two in the room, her blue eyes snapped to the tall, dark skinned woman donned in her usual grey uniform, her skeletal wings sticking out of her back crudely.
"Beta? Would it not have been kind to have waited, hm?" Her words came out to be sweet and gentle but anyone could distinctly hear the undertones of venom poised on her tongue.
Beta craned her head to the side, exposing her half burnt face for everyone to see, her throat bobbing up and down anxiously.
"H-Hera! I didn't think you would have minded. The subjects seemed like they were ready to begin so we s-started!" Beta explained hastily, painfully obvious that she didn't want to get on Hera's bad side. No one wanted to be on the receiving end of her fury.
The recently comatose subjects, Psi and Chi proved that much. It was a shame they had to lose telekinesis and invisibility briefly. It was a good thing that she hadn't killed them, though she had been on the verge of doing so. While she did have the resources to force them awake, there were only two vials of the Lazarus Injection left. She needed some kept safe so she could use it for more important matters. So she had decided with reluctance to keep them in coma for the time being, they were very lucky indeed.
Her experiments was something that she had been doing this for the past forty years, she had the resources to create more test subjects if Psi and Chi's bodies were left to waste away in the coma but the way the Light's plans were heading, she couldn't afford to do that.
An added bonus was that her contacts enabled her practices to go unnoticed by the Justice League, never having cross paths with them once. Not even the Justice Society of America had found her out, which she often reveled in from a day to day basis. That meant she was able to continue her experiments at will, proving beneficial to her main plan and the Light. Though the former reason was one that was kept secret to herself. Once she had finished her dealings with the Light and they have given her all she needed, she would then be able to finish the main reason as to why the experiments had begun in the first place.
Hera sauntered over to Beta, honey gold hair flowing over her shoulder like waterfalls. The eldest test subject gulped and her forehead began to line with sweat as Hera made her way over. In a flash, Hera had grabbed the nervous woman's arm and twisted it, causing a grunt to come out of her. This only caused Hera's eyebrows to furrow in dissatisfaction to which she applied a lot more pressure and she achieved the cry that she wanted. Her negative behaviour was replaced was a malicious grin, pristine white teeth bare.
Having grown bored with Beta now, Hera through her to the ground, leaving the sniveling woman to her own self pity. She turned around to face the stoic orderlies, not even the slightest bit phased over what had transpired. They were, after all, androids, they didn't feel anything at all.
"Gentlemen, tell me, who is taking part in the Game today?" She pondered cooly, leaving them no room to hesitate. The orderly closest to her shot up from their seat to give Hera her respect and the woman knew that she had programmed them all well.
"O, fifteen, seventy and O twenty four eight hundred ma'am!" He informed her and her eyebrow quirked up at the names. The latter, better known as Omega, being far too unimportant to be fighting a test subject like O fifteen seventy or just Omicron. She ambled over to the observation window that was located to left and peered down at the what was happening below.
There were two girls, the older one hispanic and the other younger one indian, were standing side by side within the room, Both were sporting shaved hair that cut close to the scalp as well as heavy black inked tattoos that signified who they were. Though what had caught her attention the most was the fact Omega was doing something to make Omicron to laugh. And that sort of behaviour wasn't tolerated in this place.
Without hesitation, she pressed her fingers down on the console that had Omicron's and Omega's names etched onto them. Two sections are the wall slide up, revealing several guns. Immediately Omega came to stand in front of the younger subject, her palms outstretched towards and a blue light shimmered out them. The blue spread around the pair encasing them in a forcefield as a form of protection.
"How cute," She murmured, pushing the Omega button down this time.
A beam of electricity shot out of the weapon, slamming against the shield the subject had created. Omega only stumbled back by two steps all the while Omicron cowered behind her legs pathetically. As the electricity encased the bubble, nothing was happening to its creator expect minor strain. The weapon seemed to not fulfilling Hera's desired want of ripping through the shield and damaging Omega.
If anything, she seemed almost like she was holding her own against the attack. She pursed her lips together tightly, her fingers gripping the edge of the console in frustration. Now this simply would not do.
"Send L - eleven - thirty in, immediately," She directed towards the guards more than the still sniveling Beta.
One of them swiftly grabbed a random radio as soon as she finished speaking. Hera wasn't a stupid woman, these sort of incidents (some normally drastically worse) were bound to commence all the time within her facility. Even if this was a minor hiccup, she wouldn't allow this form of rebelling to continue.
The two test subject below weren't following her rules and everyone had to follow them, not matter who they were. Which is why she had created her subjects to be each other's weaknesses. If chaos were to upsurge in the future, Hera had overseen that they each had their ways of defeat and could be crushed easily.
For example in Omega's case, her downfall was electricity and loss of hearing. However the former was more damaging and cruel to afflict. Omega still had hands to get around if her hearing was to be lost. She was pulled out of her thoughts as the white door slid up and a blue skinned girl with white lines etched onto her body like faded scars that pulsed every so often. Now this was an example of a good and obedient test subject that should set the role for the others.
Hera bent forward to the microphone closest to her, "Finish her, Lambda"
There were many meanings to her words and Hera truly meant all of them. Lambda's black lips bloomed into a sharp smile and she felt a swell of pride fill her chest. With an amused smirk, she viewed as two bolts of electricity shot out of Lambda's hands and rammed into the shield. It seemed to have more of an effect than the wall weapon for the forcefield flickered momentarily and Omega staggered back further, shoving Omicron back in the process.
As soon as the attack was halted briefly, her shield came back immediately afterwards but Hera could see that it had taken a toll on her. Omega's arms and legs were quaking, body position more bent than upright like before. When Lambda unleashed her second attack, Omega had crashed onto her knees in exhaustion. Her head turned around to semi-face Omicron, sightless cloudy white eyes searching desperately around at nothing.
Hera observed as the rivalling experiment ambled her way towards the pair with ease, clearly enjoying her current activities. Perhaps if this goes where she wants it to, Hera might give her a night off of experiments. Once Lambda was practically pressing against the force field, it flickered away with Omega collapsing to her side in defeat. Omicron sprinted away from the aftermath towards the corner of the room. Everyone else seemed to be frozen in place, unsure about what to do next. Even after the spectacular show they had all put on that she thoroughly appreciated it, it still didn't fill the hole of satisfaction in her system.
"Continue," Hera informed through the microphone and created the catalyst for the immediate response of her words. Instantly, Lambda made her power encase around the fallen patient and their mouth shot open, no doubt unleashing a scream. Such a shame that Hera was unable to hear it from up here. Every part of Omega trashed around violently from the floor but was more noticeably seen as the culprit managed to lift her away from the floor. Blood flowed freely out of her nose, eyes and ears from the high number voltage overcame her body.
In the corner of the room, Omicron had curled up into a ball with her head tucked in between her chest and legs, trying to escape cries her friend was emitting. Omega's eyes began roll to the back of her head, her limbs halted in their frenzied movements, slumping down.
The electricity trapping her faded away and her limp form dropped. As soon as she crashed to the ground, the once cowering Omicron jumped out of her spot and sprinted towards the fallen girl. With a raised eyebrow, Hera watched as the younger girl shook Omega, fat tears rolling down her face. Her mouth was moving rapidly in attempts to rouse her further but Hera knew that she wasn't going to wake up again for another few months. Or maybe she was never going to, Omega could be dead for all she knew, not that she cared that much.
At the amount of voltage that Lambda forced onto the girl, she was most likely cooked to the core, her brain fried. The former had an extremely prideful grin plastered onto her skin, face completely smug. Hera decided she was bored of the joy Lambda was displaying and reached over to to tap another button on the console twice.
Before Lambda could even blink, she was sprayed with a very strong burst of water and was knocked out instantly. She rolled her eyes, her test subjects could be extremely weak when they wanted to be. Her sole purpose was to create super soldiers, not a pathetic fools. As she thought about the frailness that some held, her eyes wandered over to, perhaps, one of feeblest.
After all, she was called Omega for a reason.
Omicron had since ceased her endeavour to wake her unblinking friend up and had resorted to sobbing all over her catatonic, arms firmly around her middle. This type of reaction was troubling to say the least. Any attachment between subjects was simply unheard of in the facility.
All test subjects, depending on what level of importance they had, only spending at least two hours each day together for either training exercises or the Game. Unless….. Hera's eyes narrowed, her nasty stare turning to Omicron, whose power was intangibility.
Had she somehow managed to pass through her steel lined walls to reach Omega? She knew those questions were only guesses but she needed to find out how their strong bond had been created. From the both of them because Omicron could just lie or stretch the truth. Plus Hera still wasn't quite finished with Omega yet.
"Get the Lazarus injection from Subject O-twenty four - eight hundred immediately," She directed towards the last remaining guards as her gaze stayed glued to the scene before her. Even though her already limited supply would be depleted down to one, it was a sacrifice she was willing to make. When a sniffle sounded in the room, Hera remembered that Beta was still present.
"Oh and would you be so kind to escort Beta out of here?" She demanded to the much too hasty guard.
"Yes Ma'am," She barely even acknowledged his words. Instead a white, toothy grin spread across her face.
- Ω -
Although there was a burning feeling spreading through her veins and arteries, her body felt cool. Like she had just been dunked into an icy bath and left there to sink. There was faint static noise in the back of her mind that seemed to become more roaring with each passing second.
Her fingers twitched, feeling a glossy surface underneath them. They curled into her palm slowly, coming to form a tight fist. Nails dug into her skin but she felt no pain from it for she still felt numb all over. She felt a heavy pressure on her chest which restricted her from being able to move properly.
The blazing feeling was flowing closer to her head, where the now piercing buzzing noise was located. Her hearing was muffled and she could barely make out her surroundings; significantly making her feel anxiety. Without her hearing, everything she could do would be limited.
Abruptly, the humming in her mind was suppressed, causing everything else to become clear. Events that had just occurred minutes ago sprung in her mind and she shot up, effectively pushing whatever was on her front away from her. She died, she had actually died. Dread had overwhelmed her as she felt her before her heart had stopped beating. Even though she had begged for death multiple times for her time here, she realised in that moment that she didn't want it to happen just yet. More than anything, she wanted to escape this hell and finally live her dreams.
There was no light at the end nor any memories flashing before her eyes like she had always imagined there to be, instead it was just like she had gone to sleep, never to wake up. But, she had been pulled back again, the familiar sensation of what had caused her heart to halt altogether still wrapped around her body. Obviously, Lambda's powerful electrical surge jumpstarted her heart again, bringing her back before she had been forced into unconscious, the electricity defeating her entirely.
Omega's eyes popped open, greeting her to their usual bleakness. The phantom pain of the electricity overcoming every atom of her body made bile rise to her throat. It had practically ripped through all of her organs, creating massive ball of energy within her heart, brain and stomach. In those last few moments all she could think about was the agony she had to endure and how it was worse than anything this place had put her through.
She was snapped out of her thoughts as her senses indicated that there were two stocky figures stamping their way towards her.
Hurriedly, she scrambled away the best that she could on heavy limbs, practically dragging herself backwards.
However, her efforts were fruitless for her back hit a wall and they surrounded her, leaving no room for escape. Their meaty hands latched onto her biceps hard enough that it would leave bruises later. Roughly, they hoisted her up so that only her bare feet were left sliding across the ground.
Tears pricked in her eyes, threatening to spill over the edge. Omega struggled weakly, not wanting them to take her to the Box, one of the worse things she had to go through. They would leave normally leave her in there if she had done something wrong and judging by but had happened before she had died, she was heading in that direction. No matter what, Omega always felt like she had to protect Omicron. Despite the lack of sight, she could tell that Omicron was probably the youngest one here.
How could she just allow a child to be exposed to these horrors? At the thought of the girl, she focused her hearing around her for a sniffle or anything. When she picked up nothing, Omega began to panic. Would they torture Omicron because of something she had done? Would they put her into the Box?
"Quit your squirming rat or you'll be zapped again," The thick, Greek accent threatened harshly, making Omega believe his last few words.
So, she halted her struggles, instead giving them her deadweight to handle. One of them grunted at the sudden weight but chose not to comment, chosing to ignore her being difficult. This time, the tears she had been trying to hold spilled over, mixing with the dried blood left over on her face.
After pretty much dying, regardless that it was only a few seconds, every part of her screamed to be put to rest. What she really needed was a day's worth of sleep but she knew that was never going to happen. She was lucky if she got more like seven hours of sleep a day. That only ever happened if she passed out during one of the experiments.
They followed a route that Omega was unfamiliar with as she would have normally been taken down the left corner not the right one. That only succeeded in making anxiety wash over her system. Rather than placing more thought into the matters for she knew that wherever she would be going was going to be harmful either way, she let her mind wander to other issues. Her little incident was pushed to the back of her head, not wanting to dwell on it anymore knowing that she could break down at any given movement.
Omega had lost count of how long she had been here for. After her mental tally had gotten to a year, she gave up counting, realising that she was going to be here forever. It was when her hopes of leaving this hell had died. She had come to accept that she would be put under extreme experiments and training routines until the day they grew bored of her and discarded her away like nothing. If she did have a family they were wiped away from her memory and they weren't coming for her because they didn't care.
No one did.
Though whenever Delta, the only one who remember anything about her past life, mentioned the fairytale of the Justice League to her in secret during training, Omega felt sparks of hope begin to light up in her. Apparently, the Justice League are a group that had powers like her and they used that power to save people from the evils scattered across the world.
From Delta's tales, Wonder Woman, Black Canary and Flash were definitely her favourites. Some of them even had people that constantly aided them in battle as well, seen as "sidekicks". But Omega saw them as being just the same as the Justice League heroes. She one day hoped that she could be like them, helping people from places like the one she is in now with Omicron by her side. It was the only the managed to get her through what was afflicted on her.
A warm breeze passed over her face, catching her off guard. She was only ever feel the cool air wrapping around her, with fire or electric based experiments being her only source of heat. Yet this was somewhat pleasant. Her positive emotion was squandered when she felt a small presence to her right.
"O-omicron!" Her words came out rough and scratchy, like sandpaper rubbing against wood. Out of nowhere a hand came into contact with her cheek, powerful enough to snap her head to the side. It also left scratches from the person's sharp nails. The cool hand came back to curl around her chin and pulled her head back so that she could face them. She could feel their hot breath fanning around her face, their own face a little too close for comfort.
Even though she was unable to see them, she figured that they were an ugly person, most likely being in charge. Omega sniffled, not wanting to weep anymore. Especially not in front of this person before her. They held an aura that held authority, fury and vengeance.
"I have a question to ask you…. Omega,"
The frostiness laced in their voice made her still completely, fearing that their words would actually turn her into ice. She recognized the voice but couldn't quite put a finger on it.
"How is it that, despite being kept under extra surveillance twenty-four seven, you seem to be quite close with our little friend here?" She wondered, drawing away from Omega and footsteps slowly sauntering over to Omicron.
The girl Omega swore to herself that she would care for and protect as much as she could. Judging by their interactions, Omicron was probably no older than ten years old. What kind of a monster would a child that age through all of this? Though, the older woman's question made her remain in her frozen position with the brief, sharp intake of breath the only form of movement.
There was no way that she had figured out that Delta had managed to find a ten minute fault in the system that enabled only a few of them to leave their cell at will. Sometimes it was shorter than that but it was all she needed to check on Omicron. It was impossible to even try to escape in the time limit so she had never even tried. There was one incident a while ago where Delta had tried to escape with someone's aid and it left her in a coma for six months. Ignoring that, she pushed the thought away for now. At the moment, there was task at hand to deal with.
Maybe, the woman was was probably trying to gain a reaction out of her over her failure of what had happened in the game room. Had she managed to see the projection of a butterfly (an animal that Omicron would constantly describe to her in depth about), she had created from her power? Or was it that she was talking about the whole incident leading up to Lambda? Omega assumed it was the latter for nothing had drastically happened until sections of the wall had risen. Still, anyone in their right mind would try and protect a child. Right?
"You want to awful lengths to make sure she wasn't harmed at all before the weapons had even began to fire," The still mysterious woman explained, curiosity evident in her tone.
Suddenly, Omega heard a high pitched yelp emit from her only friend, obviously having done something to harm her. From the height of the scream and the slight strain to it; she deduced that the woman had grabbed Omicron by the neck and was dangling from the ground. On instinct, Omega tried to shoot forward to prevent anything more damaging to happen to Omicron but the guards could hold her.
Her body had been unresponsive a few minutes ago. Plus, she felt too drained to be able to use her power at all, energy non existent. But that didn't mean she wasn't able to try and fight without it. She just needed to wait for the right moment.
"Ooh, you really do care for her," She crooned, a cruel chuckle passing from her lips. Omega could hear her grip tightening around the girl's skin, making her to let out chokes.
"P-please, leave her alone! It wasn't her fault it's mine. It's all me, I'm begging you miss!" She pleaded, using all of her energy in pulling against the guards hold on her.
Her words seemed to work for Omicron was dropped and landed with a smack that made her wince internally. There was a rush of footsteps coming in her direction before the smooth cool hand wrapped around her throat. The guards instantly released when she was lifted off of the ground with ease. What had commenced minutes before this rang in her mind as her legs flailed around uselessly.
"You certainly are willing to do anything! You even have the audacity to not call me by my
proper address. The great Hera! The -" Whilst Hera dived into a monologue, Omega knew that this was her only chance.
Hurrdily, she gathered up any remaining strength she had left, knowing that she needed to draw it in to make it happen. Allowing her body to take over her actions and using her training from exercises, she kicked her left leg up. It successfully knocked into the bottom of Hera's chin, making her head snap back. She used that momentum to flip backward, retaining a strong grip on Hera's wrist. Due to that, Hera managed to flip over as well, causing her to crash into the wall that Omega found through the loud clang.
However, her landing was sloppy for she ended up on her front, chin whacking against the floor, teeth clamping against her tongue so hard that it drew blood. She found that all her energy had completely dissipated, so she remained lying on the ground. Tiny, nimble hands came to hold onto her right hand, squeezing it tightly.
"'Mega!" The child's frantic and wavering voice called, trying to gather her attention.
There was no time for her to reassure Omicron that she was fine for someone's hand wrapped around the cloth that covered her chest. They dragged her across the ground and she was too defeated to be able to fight back.
"You little worthless rat!" Hera screeched, piercing her already sensitive hearing, her persona exterior breaking down. Omega felt herself being risen into the air again but she didn't say there for long. Rapidly she was brought down to the floor with so much strength that made terror spread through her. Rather than just slamming down on the ground, she felt herself smash through the wood that was once the floor.
Agony in the entire right side of her body flared, a gasp passing out of her lips. It only increased as she crashed into something strong, practically ripping a hole through it from the velocity of her fall. Sparks of electricity hit her back and she screamed over the raw power of it. Luckily it wasn't as horrible as Lambda.
With a considerable effort, Omega attempted to pull herself out of the crack she had caused. Though she could barely even lift a finger. More tears sprung in her eyes at the thought of dying again after only just coming back. If it were to happen again, she hoped that she wasn't brought alive again.
Nevertheless, that didn't happen for she was violently shoved off whatever she had landed on - a generator most likely. Her limp body rolled around briefly, not being able to do anything to about it. Slowly, she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness, her mind finally coming to the realisation it needed to recover. As fading away voices drew nearer, her last thoughts turned to the superheroes she wanted to swoop in and save the day and the little girl who she wanted to free from this place.
- Ω -
Mount Justice
July 23rd, 11:07
Blue eyes remained trained on the flickering black and white screen, face completely slack. By now, the piercing buzz that emitted from the screen had dulled his hearing into completely silence as only his hearing was able to pick up on the noise. It was his only form of being content and it somewhat kept him mind clear of everything. In a way, it made him forget how Cadmus would force feed information into his mind and how he was unable to prevent any of it.
Even the thought of the facility made his fingers curl into a tight fist, stubby nails unable to penetrate his skin. Rather than dwelling on that place any further, he turned his focus back to the monitor before him to soothe him again. However, the unmistakable smell of burnt food wafted over and assaulted his senses. This time his jaw clenched in irritation over the martian disrupting his quiet time for the hundredth time since the Team had been created.
On several occasions, he had snapped and exploded on her, which would normally reduce her to a few tears. As time grew on, he began to realise that his treatment on her was a little unfair and uncalled for. Kaldur, Robin and Wally had informed him on the fact but it wasn't like he was going to admit he was in the wrong. Though, his fury wasn't always directed at M'gann but at the three of them as well. Robin's cockiness, Kaldur's monotonous voice and Wally's constant, irksome flirting with anything that breathed was what set him off the most.
Nowadays he was able to keep it better contained but not all the time. Maybe one day he would get to that stage, just not after only having been free from Cadmus for fifteen days. Black Canary had even been made to help sort out his issues. Progress was going to happen later rather than sooner.
"Ooh! Is that my favourite cookies I smell!" Came the over enthusiastic voice of Wally from the left corridor leading into the kitchen.
Realising that his peace was disrupted, Superboy turned his attention to the surely cringe worthy exchange that would commence as his next source of entertainment. He could hear the tray being lifted away from the table from the shaking of the cookies.
"They sure are!" M'gann giggled, sounding just as excitable as Wally did.
He had refrain from rolling his eyes at her ignorance that Wally was only doing this to get on her good side and hopefully win himself a date. Superboy didn't know who to feel pity for. By the sounds of it, Wally had already stuffed quite a few into his mouth which turned M'gann's snickers to turn into a full blown chuckle. With the direction this was heading, he didn't think he could handle anymore of it, his amusement having dissipated completely.
Stiffly, he rose from his seat on the couch, deciding that he would go to the gym before training would start. Something that he had a lot of reluctance to go to.
"Was he watching static again?" Wally murmured as softly as he could but Superboy was still able to pick up on it. After all he did posses super hearing.
"Yes, he, was," His eyes snapped to the red head, narrowing them into a glare.
Half of the time the Team would also talk about him like he wasn't even there. Another thing that was added to his ire list. Not that he was trying to keep track. Wally had the decency to rub the back of his neck sheepishly however, avoiding his ice cold eyes.
M'gann remained frozen next to Wally, gripping the baking tray anxiously. He didn't even realise that he was creating an increasingly awkward atmosphere within room as his eyes remained trained on his teammate until he gave an apology. It was only when Batman's voice that sounded through the speaker that his stare was pulled away and the tension was uncoiled.
"Team to debriefing immediately, " He commanded gruffly, to which Superboy stomped out of the room with the pair trailing behind him. Behind him, no voices piped up, most likely because they didn't want to risk him from becoming irritated again. At least his stares were decent for something.
As they passed through the bedroom corridor, Robin exited out of his guest room, frowning at the silence between the trio. He fell into step with Superboy, hands swinging at his sides lazily.
"What's up with you guys?" He pondered, ever the detective, wanting to know everything. His face swung up to meet Superboy's gaze that had flickered down to him before both turned away, Robin opting to talk to those behind him.
"Nothing much. I was enjoying M'gann's cookies really. But Supey seems especially grumpy today," Wally informed his friend and Superboy refrained from rolling his eyes.
He let the comment go for they had entered the main room. Batman stood in the centre of the circular platform with various screens around him. They were filled with various profiles of women and other buildings that left him in puzzlement. The leader moved away from his typing and faced the team to begin their mission parameters.
"Recognized; Wonder Woman. A-Zero-Three,"
All of them swiveled around to face the woman that only four of them had briefly seen after the explosion at Cadmus assessing the damage done. Once she beamed through, figure coming into full view, Superboy could tell there was slight flash of annoyance on her face.
"Batman, I hope you weren't going to start without me?" She questioned, left eyebrow raised. The man glanced over towards her in his norm expressionless state.
"No," He told her, fully serious to which she simply shook her head at, knowing that he was lying.
Wonder Woman's attention turned to the five of them, a kind smile blooming over her face. What surprised Superboy the most that it didn't even waver when her blue eyes passed over to him. Any non-disgusted emotions coming from any League members when they interacted with him was always a shock.
"And how are you all faring today?" She wondered, genuine curiosity clear in her words.
It was Wally that piped up first, "A lot better that you're here princess,"
Superboy's eyebrows words rose, eyes turning to the boy who had his face the same colour as his hair. Obviously that was supposed to remain in his head.
Robin and M'gann were the only ones who laughed at his mistake, the former patting him on the shoulder in support. It was Kaldur and himself that were the only ones exasperated at his words. When Superboy turned back to face the Amazon, there was only amusement on her face with lips twisted on to the side.
"Are you going to tell them about mission details then?" Batman drawled, boredom evident in his voice.
Wonder Woman sighed at her fellow League member and ambled over to stand by his side. Images of various women were presented in front of them, all seeming like that they had come from other eras. The first one was dark skinned woman with neatly coiffed hair but had significant burns across half her face. Superboy turned his eyes to the last one; a hispanic girl with flowing black locks that reached past the picture, she seemed far lovelier than the woman in the first image but what caught his focus the most were her glazed over eyes and he figured she was blind.
"Over the past forty years, large numbers of women have gone missing," Wonder Woman began, causing Superboy to turn away from the creepy woman on the screens.
"At first, the number of women disappearing was short, one going missing every seven years but as time grew on, with technology increasing, the numbers rose to one woman missing every three to four years," She explained, pacing around the room with her hands clasped tightly against her back.
Everyone else remained silent but Superboy was still largely puzzled about where this was leading to and what they had to do.
"It wasn't until Leslie Willis, a former rad-" She was promptly cut off by Wally who seemed very excitable about something.
"Oh yeah! I remember her! Man, she was really harsh and did not like Superman at all. She probably hated him more than you do, Superboy," He informed them proudly, though it was more towards Wonder Woman who didn't even seem to notice his words but rather her eyes were on Superboy.
He fidgeted in his spot as other eyes from his teammates fell onto him making him uncomfortable at being in the spotlight.
"Furthermore," Batman butted into the explanation like nothing had ever happened and Superboy felt relief flood through him as they all turned away.
"Willis went missing in 2004 after the discovery of terminal cancer. Her last known location was at the He Xiangu medical clinic in Metropolis. With more investigation found that all the other missing women were last seen at medical clinics and had a form of noticeable illness, disability or injury," Batman added, typing something into the holographic computer to highlight this point by presenting them with quite grotesque picture that left Superboy grimacing at what these people had to deal with in their day to day life.
"That last part remains unimportant. It doesn't matter what they look like," Wonder Woman uttered firmly to Batman, unimpressed that he had even dared to show them that.
"What matters is that all the clinics were named, Patecatl, Airmed, Sekhmet and Angak, to name a few," She conveyed as though delaying the explanation more so that they could figure it out for themselves.
"Who are all the main Gods of healing across different cultures," Superboy came to conclusions, using his force fed information from Cadmus to help him.
His teammates glanced at him strangely, unsure about how he knew that. Despite that, Wonder Woman seem to be generally impressed with him.
"Exactly but none of the clinics where name after Greek Gods, who are the only Gods, that I am aware of, that are still alive today," She paused, taking a breath. Superboy could hear in her voice that this case meant something to her.
"Now, I realise that it's not much of a tight theory but I had … a feeling about it. So on whim, I asked one of them, Hermes, to perhaps watch out for any unusual activity in the area just in case. Being supernatural or experimental," Wonder Woman halted in her words and her path to face Batman, raising an eyebrow in as a silent conversation took place between them.
A much larger hologram came into view that showed all of cities light flickering off one by one until it was surrounded in total bleakness. Judging by the architecture, Superboy guess this was somewhere in Greece.
"A few hours ago in Athens, there was a massive power surge that caused the whole city to blackout, which is still happening now and there seems to be nowhere to solve the problem. Which is where the Team comes in," Batman finished, moving away from the hologram keyboard, coming to stand beside Wonder Woman. The pair of them having an aura of powerfulness and were not ones to be trifled with.
"I mean no offence when I say this Wonder Woman, but perhaps this seems on random whim," Kaldur piped up for the for the first time since they had all entered the room. Superboy raised his eyebrows, finding that his leader didn't mind being bold about his point.
"Yeah! Power outages happen all the time no big deal. Plus, just because the clinics aren't named after Greek Gods doesn't mean anything," Wally agreed, backing Kaldur up; he supposed so that all of Batman's disapproval wasn't just directed at the Atlantean.
That certainly added more to Superboy's opinion of him; supportive but stupid. Glancing back at their elder, he saw that it wasn't Batman giving a dead flower but rather Wonder Woman. Her eyes were so narrow that they could probably cut a hole through someone and her face was etched with a mix of scorn and wrath. In all honesty, it was worse than anything Batman had ever thrown at them.
"Actually, And when we looked at police reports, all people who had known the missing woman, all they could remember was the word 'Olympia' which is the home of the Greek Gods. To add more to it, to make you believe, Hermes briefly searched the source of the blackout and found increasing amounts of both experimental and supernatural activity emitting from the area," Her accusing tone was thrown completely at Kaldur and Wally, who had the decency to let their eyes fall to their shoes in shame.
At the word of experimental, Superboy's willingness to do this mission rose. It instantly made this thoughts to Cadmus, that maybe these people were just as bad.
"This may be the only opportunity we or rather you can gain in finding those missing girls and helping them," Wonder Woman concluded, seeming to calm down a bit at Kaldur's and Wally's mortification over second guessing her.
"You won't be joining us?" M'gann pondered, a tad flicker of disappointment in her question. The soft smile from earlier returned.
"Unfortunately, I am unable to do so as I have a predicament I need to resolve but I trust each and everyone you to fulfill the task," Her words set a spike of confidence through Superboy, being that she trusted him just as the same as the others and that she somewhat acknowledged him.
He stretched his back straighter, he wouldn't let her down.
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A/N; So I am like super excited about this you have no idea. This idea came to me when I first watched failsafe because I wrote about an OC and Conner in that situation to see what would happened and created a whole new OC that stuck and I've decided to write a proper story. And it's safe to say guys, I'm pretty pumped about involving my OC in young justice, I hope that you love her, she basically my child (that I like to see suffer, as you can tell) and she's not a mary sue in anyway. Always made her blind from the start and it tests my writing abilities which is neato.
Plus, I feel like Conner needs a whole lot of loving because he's my fave (I seem to be a fan of angry, grumpy ones) Supermartian is cute, don't get me wrong but the lacking of Conner/OC department had me feeling the need to write one. But, we'll get to those two eventually ;)
Updates, if anyone is interested, will be weekly more or less, because it gives me time to write at least two chapters in that time (I've done like four so far because I normally end up not continuing something if I just write one chapter with nothing beforehand)
Whoops I'm rambling, sorry. But, your feedback fuels my motivation to do stuff and post it! So please review and I hope you look forward to what happens because it's going to be a ride and a half.