Author's note: Hey guys this is only my second fan fiction story and English is my second language so expect my grammar to be terrible. Pleas feel free to point out any mistakes in the comment section but pleas try and be nice about it. Oh and I have a lot of trouble ending my sentences so any help there would be great. Also the story takes place about two years after the end of the Young Justice TV show.
Disclaimer I do not own any of the characters or story rights except for those of my original characters.
April 19, 2015 7:50 Am
My name is Jay Johnson and right now I'm running through a burning building with a small child in my arms. Yeah not exactly what I thought I'd be doing today. But this is not the beginning of my story. No for that we halve to go back a couple of years. Six to be precise.
Six years ago:
I'm eleven years old, just a normal day riding in the car with my mother on the way to school. There's a song playing on the radio it's "carry on my waywards son" by Kansas. My mother's favorite. She's singing along happily and I'm sitting in the back looking out the window just watching the buildings and trees as we pass by them. It's the same routine we've had for as long as I can remember but today, today it was all about to change. I'm pulled out of my trance by the piercing sound of my mother screaming my name "Jayyyy!" Then boom the loud roar of metal hitting metal at high speed. I turn my head just in time to see what hit us. It was a big red semi-truck hitting our car on the driver side door. Suddenly everything turns in to a slow motion scene in a movie. My body feels weightless as the car flies through the air slowly turning. I can see old cups and pens floating up and hovering in front of my face as if some one had turned off the gravity. I look to the front of the car and see my mother unconscious or dead a trail of blood coming out of somewhere on her side. She floats a couple inches above her seat slowly turning clockwise like the rest of the car. The only thing keeping her from hitting the roof is her seatbelt. I start to get a tingly feeling all over my body and then I look down at my arms and see that they are turning black as night and smooth and shiny like an 8-ball. Before I know it my entire body is like that. And then everything went back to normal speed and gravity turned back on. The car flipped through the air a couple times then came crashing down on its roof and sliding down the intersection we were in. When we finally came to a complete stop we were upside down, our car was a mess, and I was pretty sure I had peed my pants. I just sat there upside down for what seemed a very long time trying to rap my mind around what just happened. When I finally snapped out of shock and started looking at my body I realized I was completely fine. Not a scratch on me. It appeared that all the metal debris that hit me had just bounced of and that the force of the crash had had no effect on me. Besides the fact that my skin was black and shinny I was completely normal. Then I looked over at my mom and was suddenly hit with a wave of panic. She was upside down, bleeding, and presumably dead. "Mommyyy!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I ripped the seatbelt right of my body like it was a piece of string then I crawled over to my mom and ripped hers off. I kicked the door clear off the car and dragged my mother out laying her of on the street with her head on my lap. Then my body turned to normal and a crowd of people started to gather. Soon the police showed up and the rest is history.
April 19, 2015 7:00 Am
I jolt up with a scream the memory of that day having just been relived in a dream. I look around for a second making sure I'm in my room and I am "It was just a dream" I tell my self out loud. Then I look down at the digital clock on my night stand and panic when I see the hour. "Fuck I'm so late!" I jump up and out of bed quickly grabbing the pair of dark blue jeans that are hanging of the side of my bed. I simultaneously run and put on my pants causing me to fall down and hit my face on the cold hard ground. "Fuck" I curse as I pick my self up and head towards the bath room. Once there I brush my teeth and hair so fast that I swear I could have broken a world record. The second I finish I run back out in to the room and open my closet and pick the first shirt that my hand touches which just so happens to be one of my favorites. It's black T-shirt that says AC-DC on it. I put it on and then put on my black converse with a black beanie and dark grey hoodie. I grab my back pack and skate board and I'm out the door. On my way down the stairs I hear Stacy my latest foster parent yell something about me being late for school which I reply to with "Yeah I know" in an annoyed tone of voice before I run out and shut the front door behind me. Stacy isn't terrible as far as foster parents go she isn't the loving caring kind but she isn't abusive or angry. She's just sort off "indifferent" I guess is the best way you could put it. She doesn't really care what I do as long as I keep out of trouble which is fine with me cuz I don't really cause much trouble anyway. I'm fine with just riding it out with her till I'm eighteen which is in less than a month and a half now. So until then I'm just going to keep quiet and out of trouble and then I'm free. Free forever of having to listen to foster parents try and be my mother or father despite the fact that I've made it clear that I don't want a new mother and never had a father and sure as hell don't want one now. But on June 5th that's all over. I'm free. What I'm gonna do after that is the real question now. College isn't in my plans or options really maybe I'll just get a job at a diner or something only for a couple years till I can save up enough money to travel for a while and then after that who knows.
All of these thoughts go back to the back of my mind as I reach the bus stop just as the bus pulls away. "Fuck!" I yell as I start to skate after it. "Hey wait!" I yell trying to catch it but it's no use it's too fast and I'm too slow. "Ah fuck" I mutter in frustration as my skate board slowly goes down to cruising speed. I look around desperately weighing my options. I quickly decide that if I cut through mid town and a couple "not so friendly" neighborhoods I might just be able to make it. I head off at full speed determined to make it on time but only ten minutes in to my ride I hear people yelling and sirens going off. I look to my right and see that there is an apartment building on fire a couple blocks down that way and against my better judgment I decide to check it out if only for a moment. I pull up in front of the burning building and hop of my skate board and begin to weave my way through the crowed to get a better look. What I see is just your average Chicago apartment building with red bricks that are now black because of the ash and several lines of windows going up about nine floors I'd say. The fire is huge and out of control, flames bursting out of almost every window. "Get back" I hear one of the fire men order as he moves his hands forward in a pushing gesture at the crowd. We all obey and take a couple steps further away from the building but even from here I can feel the heat coming off of it. For a second I think about helping but quickly dismiss that thought telling my self that the fire men or the justice league will handle it and that I'm not really much of a hero anyway. Right as I'm about to turn and go I hear a women yell "My baby!" in a desperate screech as a fire man holds her back while she point up at the building. I look up at the window where she's pointing and I see a kid probably nine or ten. He's jumping up and down with tears in his eyes yelling "Mommy!" as loud as he can. Right then something in me snaps some thing about the way he yelled or the look on his face just reminds me of the day I lost my mother. In a split second I jump into action running out of the crowed and heading to the unguarded alley of the building next to the burning one. Once there I turn my foot into its black shiny indestructible mode and I kick in the side entrance to the building quickly finding my way to the stairwell and making my way up onto the roof of the building. Once there I go full indestructible mode and decide to take of my beanie and hoodie knowing that they'll get destroyed in the fire. I walk over to the opposite end of the roof and take a couple deep breaths before I start my run. Over the years as I gained control of my powers I found out that when I turn into my "indestructible mode" as I deemed it, I am just that. I've tried over and over stabbing my self with every pointy object I could find made out of every material I could find and they all either broke, bent or simply bounced off. I also jumped down form great heights but I never got hurt and I found out that when I'm like this I'm strong, very strong, stronger than any human maybe not as strong as super man well not nearly and strong as super man from what I've seen but I'm still strong enough too break through concrete walls and I even managed to lift a car once. Both these powers will come in handy for what I'm about to do. I run as fast as I can and then jump of the building but not fast enough to hit my intended target. No instead of bursting through the fourth floor window I was aiming for I go a whole two floors lower than I wanted and burst through a second floor window landing abruptly on a table inside an apartment. The table breaks as soon as I hit it and I fall to the floor face first. "Shit" I curse as I get up and start running again. I make it to the stairwell bursting through a couple doors on my way there. Then quickly start to climb but half way up the stairs between the third and fourth floor the heavily burnt and damaged stair case gives in. I jump just in the nick of time right as the stairs fall from under me just barely managing to grab the ascending end of the stairs that didn't fall. I pull my self up and quickly make my way through the floor looking for the kid. When I finally find the right apartment I run to the window where the kid is sticking his head out and screaming. I tap him on the shoulder and he turns around at first surprised and then horrified. "Don't worry kid I'm here to help" I say trying to sound as non-threatening as possible. "Are you a hero?" he asks with a puzzled look on his face. "Well not exactly but I'm the closest thing you've got right now so come on" I urge him with a more alarmed tone now that the gravity of the situation really hits me. He only nods quietly and allows me to pick him up. I put his head close to my chest so that the smoke doesn't get to him and I start to make my way out again. And this is where we left off earlier funny how your day goes from normal to running through a burning building with a child in your arms just like that. I run down the halls making my way to the stair well and once I'm there I tighten my grip on the kid "Hold on" I say trying to sound confident in what I'm doing. When I feel his arm tighten around my chest I squat down then jump forward with all the might I can muster. I fly across the gap between the stairs and land hard on the other side, too hard in fact because I burst right through the burnt floor and down too the second floor of the building. I land on my back with the kid in my arms and quickly look down to see if he's ok which he is so I get up and start to make my way through the building again but right as I run pass an open door I see something out of the corner of my eye and turn to find that what I thought I saw was indeed there. There is big blue rhino propane tank sitting in what's probably a janitor's closet. "Oh fuck" I mutter and immediately turn and run the other way towards a window that faces the front side of the building, but it's too late the tank explodes sending me flying out the window kid in my arms. Thankfully I managed to turn while I flew through the air and landed on my back with the kid in my arms in the middle of the street surrounded by a crowd of fire men and by standers. They all look at me with amazement on their faces and then the child's mother comes running through with tears in her eyes. "My baby" she screams as she takes the kid from my arms and for a second I'm worried about how motionless the kid is in her arms but soon he hugs her back and starts crying. With a sigh of relief I get up and I'm shocked when the crowed suddenly starts sheering. I decide to book it before the new crews show up but before I can leave the mom stops me "thank you, you saved my babies life" she says tears welling up again. "Don't worry about it" is all I can think to say before I run away heading back to the alley and up the stairs. Once there I look around to make sure I wasn't followed and once I'm sure I turn back to normal and pick up my hoodie, beanie and back pack with skate board on the back.
"Well fuck" I mutter as I walk down the street looking at my watch which reads 8:30 Am. That puts school out of the question not only am I really late but my AC/DC shirt is toasted nice and crispy also my converse and jeans are covered in ash with small burns here and there. Home is out of the question too, not only would I be in trouble for skipping but the current state of my clothes would make for a sea of questions none of which I care to answer. So now I'm just walking around not really knowing where I'm going just trying to waste enough time for it to be three already so I can go back home and run up to my room and change before she sees me. After a long while of walking I found my self at the arcade playing space invaders typical thing for a guy playing hooky. But after a while of playing I notice a shadow coming up behind me weird considering that the arcade is usually a ghost town at this hour but I just shrug it off. Then I feel some one tap on my shoulder. Great probably the manager here to kick me out cuz he figured out I was skipping school, or so I thought. When I turned around my heart stopped for a couple seconds when I saw who it was. Of all the people in the world this is probably the last one I expected to run into at an arcade. Batman. The Batman standing right there staring me down. I actually had to concentrate my efforts on not craping my pants. I open my mouth but nothing comes out I am at a complete loss for words but before I can make any more of an idiot of my self he speaks first. "You and I need to talk. Now." he says in a deep raspy voice.