This is in response to Illucida's challenge for an evil young justice.
I do not own YJ or DC comics! Why would anyone think I do?
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Robin hated it. He was by far the most experienced the most trained but, he still had to do it. Fully conscious and in control of his actions, of his own free will handing them money and weapons, hacking the systems of the places he wanted to protect. Maybe Bruce would have forgiven him, if he wasn't in control of his actions. That would make it so much simpler, if he was under someone else's control, but he wasn't. Dick Grayson had power over his own body. He had become a criminal, it was easier to look at it that way. He was in the wrong. That was how he lived how he kept going, ignoring the grays that his world had turned and only see the black and white that he once had... but now, he was was the one thing none of them thought would happen, but it happened anyway. They were stuck. There wasn't anyone left to get them out of their mess. Well it wasn't totally their mess but they were the ones affected, they were the ones that had been targeted. They each had a reason for what they were doing now.
Aqualad, he didn't deserve that name any more. Not after the things he had done. He couldn't bear having that happen, he was possibly the strongest of young justice but he wasn't strong enough. The man who was almost like a father to him, he couldn't bear to see that man die. That didn't justify his actions but the Atlantian had never wanted to justify his actions. Regardless Kaldur looked for a way out, a way to escape, for his friends as much as if not more than for himself. At least for Superboy. The young Kryptonian was only about a year old only a few months of actually experiencing life, he didn't deserve this.
Superboy wasn't there for the same reason as his friends, not exactly. His 'precious person' the one they were holding captive, the one who wasn't out there still fighting, M'gann. She was here. He had seen her, chained up and sick, but alive. The world thought that she was dead, they thought that he had killed her. They thought that Conner was the bad guy. That was true according to Robin, who said no matter the reason for committing crimes they were still villains. Conner didn't think that was true. If he thought like that he would never be able to face M'gann. He loved her, and he had proven again and again that he would do anything to protect her.
Kid Flash, fastest boy alive that was a fact, a proven statement, but what was the point? He couldn't out run this. He could run away he could do something none of the others could. He could run fast enough, far enough that he could forget all of this. Start over. That didn't matter, no matter how fast he was he couldn't out run the shadows that clung to him. If he ran, the person to pay for it wouldn't be him. It would be his uncle, the man who had raised him, his idol. And it wasn't just his mentor's life at stake; M'gann was his teammate, and his friends' mentors were like family. There wasn't anything left for Wally or his friends, until they died, and only if they died fighting their hardest for the ones they despised. That was the only way to free their precious ones from this curse.
One hope for a happy ending still thrived. Cloaked in strange, distorting shadows two archers stood, a green crossbow and a red short bow. The only ones who knew the truth that weren't enslaved by it. Artimis had no allegiances except to her friends, especially not to their family. Roy cared for the others, and he would stop at nothing to reveal them as the heroes they truly were.
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