(A/N : So, I had a nightmare about this and decided to write about it in a Young Justice form. I'm not sure were the plot will take me to but be aware that there will most likely be warnings in furture chapters.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.

Chapter One - Dirty Feathers

Bomb in a Birdcage

The most beauteous colored eyes quiver open behind a mask, shielding its beauty. The lithe body begins to stir, as he begins to awaken from his long rested slumber.

His head feels as if there is cotton stuffed within it and he lets out a quiet groan, wondering if this was one of his mentor's tests to see if he could with stand a certain amount of tranquility before he would break apart.

He looked over the motionless room, taking mental notes of how the room his mentor had stationed him in must have been in a basement of some sort for the floor and walls were cement. He knows there are not any windows for he would've directed his eyes towards a light, but he is surrounded by a haunting darkness and he cannot help but shudder.

He rolls his head over to the side and groans yet again at the irritating feeling in his head. It was almost as the pain he was feeling was nagging at him to remember something he had forgotten.

But the boy isn't interested in trying to figure out what he has forgotten as he stares at the mold infecting the only door in this place, and he knows it's from the musty and dampness of this room. He is about to get up and walk over to the door when something stops him.

He is bound hands and feet with what, he is not certain. He can taste something foul and coppery in his mouth and he leans to his right side and spat it out.

He watches as the liquid falls almost as if it was in slow motion and splashed against the hard surface of the floor and he becomes feeble at the mere sight of the discoloration of his own blood.

It isn't the bright red he was costumed to when he had gotten hurt on patrol. This was a much darker shade it was almost the color of magenta.

The boy turns his head quickly before he becomes too ill and takes in the smell of the chalky cement, taking some time to let his breathing become steady and take his mind of the blood.

It was quiet for the exception of a pipe that was loose from the ceiling with small droplets of water falling onto the ground in front of him. When he feels up to it he begins to struggle against the bonds, and he winces at the feeling of his wrists and he knows that they're bruised.

He stops his attempts knowing he needed to save his strength and sighs out, wondering when will his mentor come and test him on his knowledge of being in a situation like this.

But something was nagging him again and it hurt. He moaned, wishing he could hold his head in his hands to try to feel a bit better, but atlas he could not move an inch.

Then suddenly almost as if the boy had been smacked against his head he remembers. Every little detail and he cannot help but start to breathe heavily at this realization. He begins to struggling against the bonds not caring about anything but trying to get free. He needed to get out as soon as possible before… He couldn't bare to think about it.

The boy starts to rock back and forth and the chair he is currently strapped to tilts backwards and he falls to the ground hard. He groans at the pain that was emulating from his lower back and wiggles to move to his side.

But he cannot move and he knows why. Somewhere between the commotion of him rocking back and forth and the chair falling back, his captor had entered the room and was now near. The boy shuts his eyes tightly behind his mask and feels himself tilt back upward.

His upper body rocks from the roughness from the pull, and he slightly opens his eyes. Meeting the gaze of the man he truly loathed. He couldn't see it for the mask hid any sort of emotion on the man's face, but he knew the man was smirking at him and he hears the man say in a taunting whisper, "I finally caught you little bird."

Please review... Please? I really need some feedback.

With love,

~Bodyinthegarden~