Disclaimer: This chapter takes place one year prior to the events in season one of Young Justice.

Prologue

The rise of the baleful new league of shadows was in the premise of dawn. The seek for balance and the ambition to tip the scale was at the throats of the insidious. There had been talk in the darkness of the malicious forces threatening to make contracts with demons. The urge to relinquish the do-gooders formed The Light, ironically named. The league to destroy the Justice and to act as the God that left them in isolation and insanity.

The most malevolent of the world's villains took oath in The light, as well as took faith in it. For those who seek harm for the world and narcissistic acts of self ruling, faith is something not easily acquired. The Light presented each individual with a unique hope and promise of world destruction and domination. What every villain desires right?

Slade Wilson was probably the only exception. Collectively, he was as bad as one psychotic and inured human villain could get. However, he knew his own ambitions were far greater than the world domination The Light desired. World domination could always wait, he was smarter than most and his impeccable inveiglement provided him with all the resources to get what he wants when he wants.

His project would, in all actuality, lead him to take control as the interrex of The Light with the after effects of world domination of course. His goals were those of every villain, however ridiculous and callow they were. Slade knew The Light's plan like the back of his hand; he helped devise it after all. Part of his project was to create the loopholes. Being in good terms with the Light would leisurely lead backstab to be the easiest part of his master goal.

His project was divided in parts. The first being The Light, which was now on course. The second being the missing piece. His protégé. By now, he knew the child to become his successor was at the age ready for...harvest. Six was the perfect age to manipulate a child. Slade wasn't too knowledge in the working of children, he never had the chance to become one. All he knew was the age of confusion was dawning; oh how sweet was the innocence and naivety of a kid.

He had been waiting six years and now it was finally ready to fulfill it's purpose. A purpose only Slade was aware about.

It would not be too easy to just remove the young child. Slade knew he needed the power of Lex Luthor and he was going to get it.

June - Bulgaria - 6:27

Lex Luthor waited impatiently in the Bulgarian estate his company owned. He did not know the reason Slade Wilson urgently asked him to meet him, but knowing the man it must be good. What quirked him oddly was the fact that Slade would call him to meet him in Bulgaria of all places. He made a note to ask him that whenever he arrived.

"Your drink master." His assistant interrupted his thoughts. He gulped the whiskey, savoring the bittersweet taste in his throat. His assistant bowed and retreated out the room after she saw his satisfaction. Luthor watcher her retreat, eyeing her body for any malfunctions or upgrades.

"I never knew you had a fetish for your robotic assistants." A voice dryly chuckled from the darkness of a corner. Lex Luthor sighed and watched the man with a scar across his eye approach him silently.

Slade Wilson always walked, talked, and acted sophisticated. A trait that Lex Luthor wondered how a man his appearance could even possess. His company sat across from him in the golden Victorian chair.

He assessed him as Slade examined his surrounding, a distasteful smile grazed his lips when he turned back to him. "Your décor is... extremely unpleasant."

Luthor smirked and started his Whiskey once more, snapping his fingers for his assistant to bring one for his guest. Slade took the drink appreciatively. "I left her to decorate it. She said it was the 'Bulgarian style'. Speaking of Bulgaria, may I ask why you asked me to fly across the country to discuss décor?"

"It may pique your interest that I have a project equal to The Lights, but far more effective." Slade sipped his drink slowly, watching Luthor's reactions. The bald man, however, remained with a poker face.

"Why would I help you? You have nothing to offer. I have money and power." He asserted. Slade frowned for a second, but returned to his snakelike smile.

"I know about Roy Harper, and the plan for his kidnapping and...well the 'fake' one." continued Slade. "I also know his replacement was secret to all those but you and Savage. I'm almost positive that all the other members and the Justice League would appreciate that information."

"I would have thought you could do better," Luthor piqued in. "than blackmail. Knowing you a plan is at works that can benefit me. Please continue." Luthor motioned his hand politely to Slade.

Closing his eyes, Slade took a moment to adjust the situation. Lex Luthor wasn't a fool and he knew if he said a word or two wrong, his weapon/assistant would trudge in and give him a matching scar on his good eye. Nevertheless, Slade knew he was far more wiser than the owner of LexCorp. "You say I have nothing to offer, but how wrong you are. For the last six years I've been working on a special project. Far better than Project Cadmus."

Luthor frowned but allowed him to continue, listening inventively.

"I need you to do me a favor before I reveal my plans." Slade finished abruptly. He knew the control freak Luthor would desire to know the details. Slade was careful to mention the superiority of his project versus Cadmus.

"What do you need?" He subjected. Slade leaned back on his chair and smiled profoundly, sipping his drink.