YAY first chapter ;) sorry if I mess up, feel free to correct me :3 and its set before any of the newer episodes…so Blue hasn't gone wacko D:

OH! And 'BB' is always Beast Boy, not Blue Beetle, kay?!

13 days earlier

"DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE…NOW STOP AND MAKE THAT MOTHER—"

"IMPULSE TURN IT OFF." Nightwing smacked his forehead, his patience almost all gone.

Garfield snickered, then turned his attention back on the card house he was trying to make. The speedster looked over with an evil grin; he shut off the volume and zipped past him, blowing all the cards away. Gar cursed and turned into a hawk, flying after him. Both boys let out loud laughs that turned to screams when two sharp spikes stopped them dead.

"Stop," they turned to meet the angry eyes of Nightwing. Bart smiled sheepishly while Garfield simply turned back to human form and went to collect his cards.

The door to the warehouse quickly opened, and a Hispanic stepped through, closing it behind him. Nightwing nodded at Jaime Reyes, then went back to studying an old paper that looked suspiciously like a coded map.

"Blue!" Bart was out of his costume as he fiercely hugged the scarab hero.

"Whoa there, hermano," Jaime managed to grin despite almost being run over by the young ginger.

"There's a mission today and I only wanna go if you are so please oh please go?!" Bart batted his huge innocent green eyes at Jaime, who nodded with a slight smile. Garfield gritted his teeth, staring between them, and Nightwing snapped his fingers.

"Miss M will be here soon, to take you guys back home. I know you can fly Blue, but we don't want to risk the scarab taking control."

Bart winced, drawing back and muttering to Garfield, "Wanna go get some ice cream or something?" he cast a strange look at Jaime, who was trying his best to pretend he didn't hear.

"I know its tough, but eventually we might be able to get the scarab off. Hang in there, alright?" the post-robin smiled bitterly at him before walking away to study the paper again.

Jaime balled his fists then relaxed them, the look on Bart's face looming in his mind. He couldn't help the scarab on his back, but he promised himself he would never, ever let it take control. Especially with Impulses' prophecy hanging over his head, and the vision; Jaime would never do that to Bart, but the other side of him might.

Deep in thought, the Hispanic male didn't notice Garfield and Bart leave quietly.

"He was a skater boy, she said see ya later boy, he wasn't good enough for her," Miss Martian hummed softly under her breath as she flew, invisible, through a couple of clouds.

Suddenly, a huge shiny black sphere spun crazily towards her. She dropped instinctively as it barreled over her head, blinking madly. It twisted around and made a clicking noise. Miss Martian's eyes widened in horror as a long black spike began to emerge from a thin crack inside of the object. A scream escaped her mouth as the sharp projectile hurtled top speed at her. Within seconds, it had penetrated her body, and black sand began to cover her body. Desperately, Miss Martian tried to shape shift into another form, but the black sand enveloped her. Her eyes grew huge as the sand crept up her body, encasing her completely. The sand blew away and dissolved into the wind, but the Martian was nowhere to be found.

She had disappeared.

Conner Kent felt a piercing pain in his mind. Stumbling, he dropped the bucket of yellow paint, which spilled all over the porch. Bumblebee pursed her lips but didn't say anything; she walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You ok there big guy?" she asked, a hand on her hip, and he nodded.

Groaning, Conner stood up and rubbed his temples. He felt like the pain had something to do with Miss Martian, but why was it affecting him? Had her penetration of his mind left him vulnerable to her state of mind?

One thing was sure—he needed to alert Nighwing immediately.

"Well?"

"I have no freaking clue!"

"Aw, its not that hard man!"

"Dude, that's so not crash…"

Bart and Garfield had been playing charades after the ginger had inhaled his seven scoops office cream, and the shape-shifter had swallowed his sundae in one bite as an anteater. Gar had shifted into some weird moose thing, and at the same time Bart had spotted a cloud of smoke rising from a building not too far away. Emerald eyes, narrowed he nudged Gar, who tensed up, point ears alert.

"Suit up, and lets crash this mode!" in half a second, Bart had changed into his costume, and Garfield turned into a jaguar.

Impulse and BB zoomed (well, BB actually fell behind) off to the building apparently on fire. When they got there, the heroes were shocked to see a thick cloud of—sand was it?—devouring a tall building. Wherever the sand touched, fires would spring up and more cries would echo from within. Impulse clenched his jaw and raced in, putting out as many fires as he could. The speedster tossed the poor citizens trapped in the building to BB, who was a gorilla, and they were safely deposited outside.

"AH!" the shifter glanced over sharply to see Impulse doubled over in pain, his side on fire.

BB turned back into himself and ran to his side, pulling aside the blackened fabric to reveal a large burn, with ragged flesh hanging off and smoking slightly. He bit his lip, looking towards the sand slowly causing the building to collapse, then to his pale friend. In that moment, he made a split second decision—he called for Nightwing, smacking the panic button as many times as he could before dragging Impulse out of the building.

Carefully setting the injured boy down, BB transformed into a tiger and leapt into the building, swallowing the fires and pushing the people to the nearest exits. Suddenly, he heard a loud bang and a rush of air pushed past him, blowing out half the fires. A smile crept over his face; backup was here! Remembering Impulse, BB charged outside, pulling along a young who was crying loudly.

"It'll be ok," he said in a gentle tone, back in human form, looking for the light that led outside.

But there was none, just black, heavy sand and thick smoke, almost choking him and making it hard to breath. A beam on fire fell in front of them, and his sleeve caught on fire. Smoke billowed straight at them and his scream caught in his throat. The young boy fainted from lack of oxygen, and BB carried him a few steps before he fell. His head hit the ground as a blue light flashed in front of him. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was a pair of worried dark eyes.

Jaime paced the hallway for the 17th time, and Nigthwing twitched slightly. Conner was staring straight ahead with steel blue eyes, but everyone knew he was worried about Miss Martian. Nightwing hadn't answered BB's call for help; Jaime had, and was worried about both boys', as they were in critical condition. Through the door, Bart let out a whimper and Garfield muttered something to Black Canary.

"Jaime, please sit down. Conner is about to throw you into a wall." Nightwing stated, and the scarab bearer paled.

"S-sorry…" he uttered in a slightly hurt tone as the door opened.

"Well, they'll be fine by today night, but Jaime…you need to see Bart…"

Jaime's eyes widened as he stepped into the room; a curtain separated two beds but his attention was riveted on the one closest to him. Bart was facedown and shirtless, his back pale and sweaty. There was several scars scratched across his body, but the main wound was a large, apple-sized burn on his side, the skin still sweltering and a nasty red.

Jaime walked over to his side, reaching out a hand and gently touching his back. Bart twitched under his touch, letting out a loud moan. Recoiling, Jaime looked at Canary.

"What's wrong?" he asked her, looking sadly at Bart.

"His hand," was all she said.

Jaime curiously pulled out Bart's hand from underneath, and the injured speedster trembled slightly. He carefully pulled out a piece of paper and smoothed it out. His dark eyes widened in surprise, then clouded over with absolute hurt. He dropped the paper and backed away, his lips mouthing incoherent words before he busted the door open and ran out. Superboy was smashing a wall, but Jaime shoved him aside and ran out of sight. Nightwing shot a confused look at Black Canary, who shook her head slowly.

"What happens to Jaime in the future isn't his fault right now…and neither is the role Bart plays," she sighed, sweeping her hair behind her shoulders.

"I guess I'll go look for—" Nightwing started but Superboy swiftly walked over, blue eyes blazing.

"No. I'll go. You look for Miss M." he stated coldly, and the masked teen nodded.

They split ways, and Black Canary sighed, turning back and picking up the paper.

The drawing showed a much more powerful Blue Beetle, with curved pincers and a bulky build, about to blast a beaten up Impulse. Words were scrawled on the side in Bart's messy writing:

Why blue?

Ooh, the drama has started! Did anyone even like the chapter?! Aha I hope :3 thinking of writing a funny YJ story, mhm?

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~samxbluepulserx