Summary:

The year is 2021 and Lex Luthor was elected president. The team has gone into hiding after coming under public scrutiny when a failed mission against the Joker occurred. Now, Lex Luthor has vowed to have new heroes take up the Young Justice League's job, heroes that are dedicated to protecting the innocent at all costs. Little do these "Heroes" know, they are being manipulated...

Lex is secretly training superpowered teens under the false image that they will become heroes, when they're really only going to be carrying out his evil bidding. Most people are oblivious to their presidents evil schemes. But not all. A rebellion has risen in America to overthrow their president, and it all starts at Luthor's Academy for the Gifted.

Metropolis

September 9th, 09:48 EST

2021

It was a beautiful day in Metropolis; the sun was shining, the birds were chirping away, and the people were excited at the opening of a new Institute in the city. But inside this new Academy, a storm was brewing. A storm of sweat, determination, and paintballs.

"Go, go, go!" A tall, muscular man with short cropped hair yelled. He stood behind a glass viewing window, watching a group of students try to work their way through an obstacle course. He snorted in disgust and disappointment as he watched their efforts, then took a swig of a drink. Probably something alcoholic.

"Harvard… don't you think you went a little too... hard on these kids? It's the first day after all." A young woman watched them worriedly, wincing as a kid slipped off the monkey bars and fell onto the cold floor. She had light brown hair pulled into a messy bun and box glasses that framed her worried green eyes.

Harvard rolled his eyes at the woman; he thought she was too soft." I don't think I'm going hard enough." He frowned at the child who had fell, then pressed a small button that turned on a speaker."Get up! Giving up is for quitters!" He barked into the microphone. The students glanced over at him, startled by how loud the speaker was."See, Genevieve? Incentive."

"Harvard… don't use the paint ball guns," Genevieve sighed, now legitimately fearing for the students' safety.

Harvard simply raised an eyebrow at the woman, then deliberately pressed a button to fire off the paint ball guns at them. Genevieve shook her head in weariness, then turned her attention to a student that piqued her interest.

The girl had loose butterscotch ringlets pulled into a scrunchie, and was wearing a sweater with white washed jeans. She didn't look like she was trying much, or cared about getting in. "Jeez, paintballs. Great," She muttered sarcastically. "Good job Ana. You wanted to do investigative journalism, you got it. This undercover job is just stupidity. You're gonna get yourself killed because of your stubbornness," She huffed to herself, swinging herself up as she figured out how to cross the quicksand quick and easy...ish: Tripping other students and hopping across their backs. "You do what you gotta do for a story," the seventeen-year-old nodded to herself, wondering why the opening test was so difficult.

Back in the viewing room, Harvard had finally had enough of the disappointments that were his class. He sighed, grabbed his drink and exited the room, making his way out to the gymnasium.

"You all failed. Horribly," He grumbled, not caring much if he hurt their feelings.

Genevieve was more of a motherly woman, and couldn't bear to see the hurt on these children's faces." They weren't bad at all!" She interjected, swatting Harvard on the arm.

"No, we did pretty bad lady," Ana mumbled under her breath.

Harvard grinned at Genevieve triumphantly, then took another gulp of his drink." See? She agrees. They were awful," He smirked.

"Stop drinking," The young woman adjusted her glasses, glaring at her colleague. She wholeheartedly disapproved of his habits, and had tried to get him to stop many times; all of which were fruitless. " You're setting a bad example."

Ana subtly took a picture of Harvard drinking, quickly hiding her camera. She turned on her voice recorder as the two argued. "I think it's great that a teacher is drinking." She remarked.

"I like her," Harvard grinned, pointing at his student. Genevieve looked horrified.

Ana chuckled, and directed her comment to Harvard, "That emotion don't quite look good on ya teach. Keep ta scowling maybe?" She nodded to Genevieve, "Your face is gonna stick like that y'know."

Genevieve interrupted the banter with a single finger, hoping to stop things before Ana's evidence got incriminating, " Anyways, moving on." She cleared her throat, obviously preparing for a big speech, " As you stand here in this new compound today, you are the future of our safety and country."

"Oh boy. It's a lecture," Ana drawled, crossing her arms.

Genevieve shot Ana a harsh glare, but pressed on, " By coming to this school, you are shaping the future of the world. You are a part of something greater than this!" Genevieve said with excitement gleaming in her eyes.

"What future?" Ana snorted, raising an eyebrow at Genevieve's excitement.

"America's future! You will be protecting the innocent! Stopping the forces of evil!" The young woman breathed, practically launching into another speech on that topic alone.

"Because everyone wants to risk their lives for strangers," Ana drawled, obviously unexcited.

"Again, may I point out, I like this one," Harvard chucked a bit, elbowing his co-worker.

"Enough!" Genevieve threw her hands up, adjusting her crooked glasses." Stay on topic, Harvard."

A smirk grew on Ana's face, "Ooo, lady's got a temper. Now there's some personality peeking through the pep."

"Temper?" Genevieve spluttered, narrowing her eyes. She was obviously peeved at Ana." I have no temper,"She sniffed.

"That's what people with a temper say," Ana pointed out, mock-seriously.

Genevieve's face turned a strange shade of red, and a muscle ticked in her cheek."Careful," Harvard whispered."She gives out detentions."

"Ooo, scaaary," Ana whispered back, nodding.

The young woman had reached her breaking point. She didn't have much toleration for teasing. "I am a medic! And you'd better hope you don't get hurt!"

"I won't miss. I'm going to be on the informational team," Ana hummed, chuckling at the colour Genevieve had turned.

"She looks like a strawberry, doesn't she?" He snickered.

"Yes. Though maybe it's more of a Pomegranate," Ana grinned back.

The medic threw up her hands, effectively throwing her papers all over, then was gone in a flash of light.

Harvard shook his head condescendingly,"Teleporters. They're so finicky." He stepped back in front of the class and cleared his throat. "Right. Now that we have her gone, we can get back to what I was going to say before. If you went into the field now, you would all most likely die."

The students stared at him slack jawed, some looked like they were even about to cry. But he continued on. "However, with a bit of persistence and work… it may be possible for you to turn out to be the heroes you so desire to be, and you may end up helping a cause greater than yourself. I know there will be bumps in the road. Some of your classmates will die, you will fail many, many times. But you cannot give up in the face of adversity. Live long and prosper, young grasshoppers. Be here at 7am tomorrow. Class Dismissed." And with that the combat teacher, Harvard Jasper, took another drink of his alcohol and strode out of the gymnasium, leaving his students to ponder his speech.

Ana cackled and started clapping. "Greatest speech ever, teach." She looked around and smirked to herself, "I think I've got my work cut out for me."

Inside an office, a figure watched the news feed about the opening day of the academy. He sipped a glass of expensive scotch as a smiled played at his lips; it was a very good day for him. He had taken a gamble by opening this Academy, but he had manipulated the media and the public to an extent where he didn't have to worry about anyone trying to close it down. Even the Justice League wouldn't be able to stop this.

A soft knock at the door pulled him out of his thoughts, and he swiveled around in his chair, "Come in." He called softly.

"Mr. President." His assistant, Mercy Graves, stepped into his office, her auburn hair pulled into a low bun. "There still has yet to be an official statement released regarding the Institute from the Justice League. They've remained silent on this case." She reported.

A smile spread on the man's lips as he heard the news. This wasn't a surprise to him, the Justice League had disappeared from the public eye, now working in the shadows like their covert protege team once did.

"Thank you Mercy. Please, keep me informed if that changes," He nodded to her as she left, quite pleased from the way everything was turning out for him. Superman no longer interfered with his plans, Supergirl hadn't been seen in a month, Aquaman had returned to Atlantis, and Batman hadn't been seen since the League's public image was destroyed. Since taking office, his profits had nearly doubled and public approval soared.

President Lex Luthor swiveled back around in his leather chair, then went back to looking out the window of the Oval Office. It was a very good day indeed, with no one left to ruin it.

AN:Plot Queen Quinn and Lady Kat- Well Howdy everyone! Welcome to our SYOC! We hoped you enjoyed this not-so- short Prologue to the story. We didn't intend for it to be this long, we just had so much fun writing the scenes XD. So obviously, the story takes place a little bit in the future where Lex is now creating his own superhero force to "keep the peace." He's really just using them under the pretense that it's all for good cause. And that's where you guys come in! We'd like a group of OCs to take Luthor's academy by storm. Whether they work for or against him is up to you…

We're also going to need a few villains in the future, but we'll save those for later!

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