Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, Generator Rex, or Ben 10… if I did, this would have happened long ago!

Prologue
It was a Dark and Stormy Night

Ok, so I know this is really cliché, but it was a dark and stormy night .I fought against the bonds as hard as I possibly could. Batman was out cold on the floor and Joker was getting closer. Closer. He kept coming, laughing the whole way, occasionally leaning against a wall for support.
To say that I was afraid was an understatement. I was absolutely terrified, definitely not feeling the aster on this one.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. We had noticed strange activity in an old warehouse and went by to investigate. We weren't expecting Joker to be making some sort of… machine, and nor were we expecting an ambush of clowns. We easily took out the lackies, but before either of us knew was a happening, Bruce was being whapped on the head and Joker was pouncing on me with bear tape. No, not duct tape, but bear tape! That stuff is deadly when on skin, and he was kind enough to place it over my mouth and remove my gloves. Gotta love crazy people.
The machine behind Joker was making all kinds of weird noises, screeching, humming, popping, and other such sounds that clearly unstable machines make. There was lightning clapping onto it from the storm outside. It seemed like a perfect Frankenstein movie, especially when he reached me, hoisted me over his shoulder—despite my kicking and screams through the tape—and chucked me into the mess of metal.
God it hurt so bad! As soon as my wet body—which had been picking up excess water from the rain leaking through the old roof—hit the metal, there was nothing but pain. I gave up trying to hold in a scream and allowed the sound to erupt from behind the tape, but all it did was damage my poor vocal cords.
I barely registered the crazed man's laughter over the sound of electricity coursing through my body and my screaming. He was laughing, but then he was screaming. I pulled my eyes open and barely saw Batman standing above the man. I could tell that behind the cowl, he had murder in his eyes, and before I knew it, Joker was being tossed into the machine as well. I really don't know how to describe this machine, but it was more like a giant hole in a pile of metal with buttons… if that makes sense.
"Hang on, Robin," I faintly heard my father's voice. "I'll get you out."
Joker started laughing again, laughing and screaming at the same time.
"It's too late!" the crazed man cried through his laughter. "You've done it now, Batsy!"
There was a flash of light, when suddenly… nothing. Absolutely nothing at all. It was terrifying, but when I finally opened my eyes again, I was lying on the ground in the middle of a storm. I dreaded the lightning in the sky, looking like it was grabbing at me. I tried to move, but couldn't feel my legs… couldn't feel anything, but my legs worried me the most. I moved my head to one side and managed to see underneath me. I wasn't on flat ground… I was lying on a car with apparently had a sunroof, because from the top of the car where I was, there was a chunk of glass sticking into my back. Now it was time to worry about my legs.
I waited a minute before moving my arms. Apparently bear tape can be broken with electricity, though my mouth wasn't so lucky, as it was still stuck. I pushed myself up slowly, breathing heavily as I felt the glass rip free from another chunk. It wasn't going to come out easily, which meant that there would be some damage.
I pulled myself from the car and slowly lowered myself to the ground. I was in an alley and knew that even if I couldn't walk, my only chance of getting help was to get to the main road that was about 10 yards away. I allowed myself to fall on my chest, using my arms to brace myself from the fall. I had chunks of glass lodged into the palms of my hands now, but I ignored it and pulled myself through the alley. I just hoped that nobody would come and mug me; all I had on me were Birdarangs, but they were still useful to have on hand.
As I pitifully crawling onto the adjoining sidewalk, just to be thrown back by possibly the strongest gust of wind I had ever felt. I flew back into the ally and smashed into the ground head first. From my annoying position I saw a giant monster, shrinking into a human, then a kid around Wally's age stepping in front of the ally entrance and brushing his hands together as if to wipe the off. Another kid showed up next to him, and the high fived before noticing me laying on the ground.
"Hey, kid," the first kid said, running over to me. "You ok?"
"Rex, we need to get back to base," an adult voice called.
"Six, hang on, we've got a problem!"
I saw a man run into the ally and skid to a halt behind the kid, apparently Rex.
"What happened here?" he asked, very straight to the point.
"Don't know," the other kid said.
Rex started waving a hand over my mask, calling out "Helloo, anybody in there?"
I gently grunted behind the tape, signaling that I could hear them.
"Hang on," the man who must have been Six said to me, hitting a button on his ear. "Holiday, we have a problem. Have medical equipment ready for us."
The man got closer to me, and I instantly remembered the Joker, getting closer and closer. The machine, the pain. I winced as recoiling from the man shifted the glass in my back, crying out through the tape.
"We're not going to hurt you," Six said, holding up his hands. "We just want to help."
I really had no other option, so I relaxed and let Six pick me up, resting my head against his chest as holding it up became a challenge and I felt my eyes drooping shut behind my mask.
"Wait, we're bringing him back to base?" Rex asked.
"We're going to help him," Six replied, and that was all I heard before blackness took over…

To be continued…