A/N: I'm going to lay it straight that it will be weird and nontraditional so please no flames.
DO NOT READ if you're against "incestuous relationships, puppy love, canons and chronological facts and logic being screwed over, etc."
Chapter 1: Finding Grant
Slade wasn't sure if this was a trap or if it was the real thing. His son was alive. Grant was alive. After the fiasco with the Secret Society, he was anonymously contacted by someone who told him that his son was alive. Slade checked Grant's grave to find his body missing, so he had no choice but to believe in this rumor. The trouble though is that the client won't give the exact location of where his son was or who he/she was. They wanted him to destroy different cloning facilities, claiming that his son was taken as a test subject in one of them. They did give him multiple locations of where the cloning facilities were, so there was a lead to start with. Thus one after the other, he's been destroying them all around the world.
Multiple times he nearly lost his life but if his son was alive, he would do anything to get him back. No matter what the cost was.
Now he was located at New York City which wasn't a wise choice since Nightwing took charge of this place, but he was a minor problem right now. Nobody had discovered that he was responsible for blowing up all those other facilities. Of course, he had help.
"Wow, New York's winter feels warm compared to our last stop at Kazakhstan. Can't believe it's been almost half a year since the Secret Society stuff and now this." The teenager sighed. She had light brown skin, dark brown eyes, and black wavy hair cascaded down her back. Only a five foot with an hourglass figure, she wore a simple white t-shirt and jeans. "So after a hundred-fifty cloning facilities and a possible war that is bound to happen since a majority of them belongs to criminal and government agencies, I'm sure one hundred fifty one gotta be a lucky number, or I need to call the Lady Karma for the bingo numbers of clone facilities." She said with slight sarcasm.
It was the night time and the two were hanging on top of a building watching an Italian pizza shop. Slade said nothing. He was trying to channel his frustrated anger, so he wouldn't massacre everyone carelessly and repetitively scream, "WHERE IS MY SON?!"
The pizza shop's lights went out and the owner left the facility. The girl turned them into shadows, traveled into the pizza shop and disabled its security. They turned back to normal in the kitchen where they pressed a button against the wall, which activated an elevator to appear out of the floor.
"So once we go down there, how are we going to blow it up without taking half of New York City with it?" The girl asked telepathically.
"The caller sent blue prints on the facility. It's ceiling was made to be invincible against an explosion, only causing a minor earthquake." Slade responded calmly.
"The mystery person is still paying you right?" She asked to fill in a possible void of awkward silence.
"Anything I need. I ask, they provide. That's the deal." He responded short and quick.
"It was expensive getting to certain places. I've been trying to think of a reason they want these places blown up but nothing comes to mind."
"Camouflage, most of the cloning facilities we abolished housed super humans, aliens and other unknown entities. We're possibly saving the world or helping our client get rid of the competition."
"I got that part but," The elevator revealed itself. Camouflage turned themselves invisible for the elevator camera. The two entered pressing the button for the basement. "But why you? I know you're incredible and all, but there's suckers out there who'd do the job without the gall to kill them out of spite for this fiasco. Plus, they could've gotten someone for free. Placing billions of dollars including their lives, that will possibly be put in your mercy, doesn't make sense."
"It'll all make sense eventually. Whoever is putting me through this will suffer the consequences but for now, it's another day to get my son back."
The elevator door opened, and they were greeted by a room filled with hundreds of rooms that they figured was housing the cloned experiments or such. Camouflage sensed for living beings, and she was surprised to find little to no living beings in the place, but she definitely sensed something important. "I...I found someone with your genetic code."
"WHERE?!" He demanded, letting himself finally be a little unhinged! Camouflage was spooked and disturbed that Slade took a breath. "I'm sorry. Just...is it him? Is it truly him and not a clone?"
"I need to be closer in order to truly tell if it and and not some clone." The teen replied, shaking off her goosebumps. "But first we need to take down security."
"Right. Of course." Slade was already heading off, having Camouflage power walk with him to the control center filled with too few people and it looked like most of the place had been emptied by what the cameras seem to show.
"Looks like the place was being cleaned out and moved to a new facility that these guys don't know about." Camouflage noted. "And by these people's thoughts, they are the lower level recruits of the place who hadn't actually seen the people in charge but were given orders to guard this place until the next morning when they'll pick up the remaining subjects."
"That's not going to happen." Slade threw a knockout gas and then shut down the security completely. Camouflage turned them into shadows again, grabbing an access card out of one of them, and then turned them back to normal in front of a door with big yellow symbols, 'G1', displayed on it.
"He's in this one, but he's out cold." She swiped the card into the lock, and then entered to see that she was right. Grant was in an incubator asleep and naked. She went to a computer to have the incubator open. She then touched the man's forehead before she closed her eyes. In her mind, she was standing in a dark room. Colorful screens appeared before her, and displayed different types of memories with different types of emotions. She found the information she was looking for, yet with slight curiosity, she checked the man's emotional stats and background information on certain people.
After almost two minutes (every 12 seconds being 1 second in reality), she stepped away. "He's not a clone. He's real. It turns out that the day you thought he died, he did die ,but then there was a reverse reaction over the years. He's been healing himself back to health for the last decade and the scientists were able to stabilize the HIVE's serum to match yours. There is no mind control device inside him, but his memories of the lab seem to be put in the amnesia category since he died two years ago, and hadn't woken up since. In other words, he's alive and will need help getting back to health but he'll be fine."
When she looked at the man, she didn't know what he was thinking by the mask he wore. But he walked over to his son, looking down at who still looked like the day before he died. He reached his hand out to him but then pulled it back. Instead he held onto the edges of the incubator, grasping it tightly.
Camouflage placed a hand on his back and told him, "He still loves you. He'll be enraged when he wakes up but he does love you. Remember that." She turned to Grant, pulled him out and held him up by an arm on her shoulders and her arm wrapped around his torso. "Oof, he's heavy! Be careful!" She turned them into shadows, so they could slide out without the elevator. The girl then had them turn invisible when they reached the surface. She carried him into a truck that they parked in the alley. She placed him on a cot, strapping him onto it so he wouldn't fall off of it.
She soon felt the entire city shake mildly which worried the normal civilians. Slade got out unscathed as expected, but what she didn't expect was a child asleep in his arms.
"Slade, why do you have that kid?" She asked, feeling stupid for a moment.
"I couldn't leave him." He responded simply.
"What?" She approached the child and her eyes widened by not only the boy's appearance but his genetic code. "He's your clone...but human."
"I know. I checked the security room for information but it looks like whoever was in charge already deleted it before transferring locations. With this one, we might learn the truth." The man placed the boy on an extra cot they bought for emergencies.
The two got on the front seats. "Okaaaaaay, well now we finally have your son but also a clone of you from some messed up lab. If he turns out feral and attacks you, I'm locking you in a room with him and letting you sort that out."
Slade chuckled. The first laugh the teenage had heard for months.
To be continued...