The Horrors We Hide

by BecauseImBatman108

Richard wasn't adopted by Bruce Wayne the multi-billionaire but instead disappears from juvie without a trace. No one knew what happened to the 8 yr old until 5 yrs later when a young man who goes by the name of Renegade shows up out of the blue and attacks Batman. A series of events leads him to joining the team, leaving one unanswered question, will he befriend or betray them?

1. An Introduction Of Sorts

The Horrors We Hide

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Warning: Self harm, panic attack.

Hey, guys! This is going to be my first continuous story so please don't be too harsh!

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.

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Chapter 1: An Introduction Of Sorts

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When I first woke up in that crate all I knew was that it was dark. It was dark and cold and I was scared.

I had no idea where I was. No idea how I'd gotten there or what had happened over the past several months. No idea where I was going or if I was even alive but the thing that terrified me the most was that I didn't know what I was. I was a boy who lived in the circus. I was a boy with a caring family. I was a boy who wasn't afraid of falling and I was a boy who dreamed of flying. I was human… Was…

One of the most terrifying things a person can go though is not recognizing who they are anymore and when I woke up in that crate realizing that I was some sort of mutant I was horrified. A human isn't supposed to have wings, nor are they supposed to have a tail or cat like ears. Their teeth aren't supposed to be those of a dog's. It is not natural. It's not human.

I didn't want to be in that crate, to be scared of my own body and to be a freak of nature. I didn't want to be real. I wanted to feel safe but more than that I wanted my mom. I wanted to be in her arms again, for her to stroke my hair and tell me everything was going to be alright, to see her one last time if only for a moment… I just wanted my mom but I couldn't have her. I was in that crate, I was terrified out of my mind, I wasn't dreaming and I sure as hell didn't feel safe.

I remember how my breath came in short ragged gasps and how hard it was to breathe. I remember feeling like the crate was closing in on me as I involuntarily flapped my wings against the sides of the box in a panic. I remember clawing at the wood and then at my ears trying to tear them off and the coppery smell it brought with it. I remember attempting to yank my tail off and the horrible pain it caused. I remember the cries that escaped from my lips. I remember the crate jolting as if it had been kicked and hearing a muffled, "Shut up!" I remember biting my tongue and the taste of blood. I remember the feeling of a warm liquid trailing its way down my face. I remember the woozy feeling that came over me as my vision began to darken. And the last thing I remember before I completely lost consciousness was repeatedly whispering to myself, "Don't be afraid."

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It has been five years since then. Five years since I was made into a monster. Four years since I became known as Renegade. Three years since I stopped talking. Two years since I killed a man for the first time. And one year since I lost all hope.

My name is Richard John Grayson and this is my story.

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