AN: Geeze, Kal, you're going to hate yourself soon enough. Still, he's making me look up nearly every black Superhero in DC Universe- lemme say. There's quite a few. Even in Batman's Family. (ok, maybe two ladies I know of. Sasha and the bald one. I can't remember he name right now. But they were kick-ass)

Anyway, Characterizations from here on out with a little supplements from the comics that I've looked up, are based heavily on the cartoon JL and JLU. Sorry if I either get it wrong or..whatever.

He's absolutely fine. So what if it has been a week? His Father will come for him. He just has to be brave until then. Still he glances at the door as it slides open and a older but lovely woman steps in.

"So, you're Jackson?" She says looking him over with an ease of a woman that's never worried about anything. "Mighty young to be a villain, aren't you?"

He eyed her for a moment, "I do not know the pleasure of your name." She was..beautiful, he'll admit that. Well, more than admit but still he looks away. He needs to focus. Father wouldn't like it if he had gotten distracted now.

"Vixen."

Why did that sound like a purr to him?

"Lets do something about that jellyfish immunity, shall we?" A wide grinning face of a cat- it looked like a cat- flashes before his eyes.

He breathes slowly keeping his eyes down. "What do you want?"

"I want to know a few things." Vixen walks around him, "Exactly what did Black Manta tell you? About us?"

He tries not to look at her. He thinks that maybe she would bespell him. Still, he stole a glance before looking another way, "He told me about how manipulative they can be. Secretive and cruel. That is why we will make a kingdom beneath the sea. Let them have the land if they wish."

"And you really think even those that don't like 'those people' would follow you there?" There's an edge of laughter mixed with incredulity in it.

"Of course." He looks at her now, frowning and a it angry, "His plans are sound. It would be best to simply leave them behind."

"Right." Vixen's brows rose, "And what exactly constitutes as 'black' in your book again?"

He frowns, "People who look like us of course. That is what-"

"You, are incredibly stupid." Vixen interrupts, "Do you actually believe that? Any of it? Do you think we're the only race that has suffered another? Do you think people really are good or evil based upon their skintone?"

He blinks slowly. She sounded...angry. He doesn't understand why though. Maybe those people hurt her?

"I-"

"It would probably do you some good to keep that mouth of yours shut, kid." She glances at her nails, "They pulled me off from one of my trips to come see you because you are acting like an insolent child clinging to fairytales."

"They are not-"

"Not all of them, no." She concedes, "But what makes what you're doing any better? How can that make a better world?"

He stares at her but looks away, "You just fail to see genius when it is in front of you."

"Right." She shakes her head, "Fine then." Slipping out, she leaves him to his thoughts.

He hugs himself, refusing to give into the nagging voice that's in the back of his mind.

"Together, we have forged something greater then apart."

He rubs his temples. They're trying to drive him crazy. These images aren't real. His father had told him so. They were just dreams. Bad dreams.

"Jackie, what are you doing up?" His father was working on something, but he has no interest in it. "It's past time for you to be in bed."

"I..I had a nightmare." He was hesitant. His father wasn't kind all the time but that was to toughen him up. He's a soldier first but tonight..he.. "People, weird people, were talking to me. Calling me something. Then someone..someone died."

"They're just dreams." His father told him, "Your subconscious just makes up things to help you with problems you have."

"But it felt so real. Like I was there and this spaceship-"

"Jackie."

Oh. That tone of voice. He knows that tone and that's when he stops talking and takes a step back. Father doesn't like lies. He knew that. "I am sorry."

"Good, now get back to bed and go to sleep. You have an important mission to do soon."

"Yes, Father."

He breathes out now. Lies. Father doesn't like Lies. Father wouldn't-

He would. Why do you lie to yourself?

Be silent!

Yes.. they were trying to drive him insane.

"Well, he's been spoon fed the whole race card." Vixen leans against the wall with John and Mr. Terrific-the second Terrific that is- looking on with her. "Why do I feel like I have to drag out one of those old school afternoon specials on this kid?"

"Because it actually worked for a while?" John muses with a slight smile, "Haven't given up on him yet. It seems something you said did stir up stuff."

"Considering he's no longer receiving the shots or being manipulated daily, he'll simply revert back to his original self." Mr. Terrific said though he watches him, "That, physically is not our problem. Batman and Aquaman are far more concern about the mental health side of it."

"Either way, he's been given one heck of a head trip." Vixen yawns slightly. "Seriously cutting in on my beauty rest." She sighs softly turning, "Why don't you pull some of those kids from the west? You know who I'm talking about."

"To talk to him? Don't you think that's a little drastic?" John frowns, "I get we need to familiarize him with the status-quo but.. Are you really suggesting we pull in Static, Rocket and Cybrog? Are you insane? They would eat him alive."

"Don't discount it yet." Mr. Terrific ponders this for a moment, "It might be a good thing too. Given they're closer in age to him then any of us are. Not only that, we still need to rotate his team in as well so as not to disconnect him from those memories that might still be intact."

"Why do I get the feeling this is about to be more trouble then it's worth?" John mutters looking at the two. "Hell, might as well throw in Icon while we're at it-"

"Not a bad idea John." Vixen smirks.

John rubs his eyes. This is all starting to sound horribly like a Black History Month special.

In other words- it was not going to go well. Still he thinks of something and decides to slip off. This really isn't going to be a good week for him.

He opens his eyes again and frowns looking at the red head. "Again? When will you give up this futile quest of yours?"

"When you get some sense knocked into that hard Atlantean head of yours." Red Arrow told him but walks in closer. He's well aware of how dangerous he is. He's even well aware that they're being watched.

One week and a few days went by and nothing happened so far. He got worried. Really worried that they might not be able to fix this at all.

Still he looks at him wondering a bit. "So, you call yourself Jackson."

"My father named me Jackson." He said frowning a little, "I suppose you got those from the enslaved ones?"

"One, they're not enslaved. Two, I don't own anything. Three, I'm part Navajo. Get it straight." Red Arrow raises a brow, "If you know anything about your history you know who got the raw end here."

He did, his father told him that there might be others worthy enough for their cause. Their need for justice would draw them to him.

But that's a lie. There's never been anyone you could really see.

He scowls at his own thoughts and turns, "Well, what do I call you then?"

"Red Arrow."

He laughs, "Really? Red Arrow?"

"I could say the same for you. Devil Ray sounds a bit cliche." Red Arrow told him. "Couldn't you have been a little more imaginative?"

"Like you were?" He raises a brow but found his eyes straying just a little-

"You don't want to alert them do you?" That voice- that was Red Arrow's voice and it sounded...

He looks away as a rush of heat envelopes him. No. No. That could not be possible. He was not attracted to that. That..wasn't acceptable. Father would-

Father would kill him.

One thing Father hates more then those people...

He needs to control himself. This wasn't the time to even indulge in such thinking. Even if..

"More." That -that was his voice. In his head with those images..

He swallows, hating his body for reacting the way it did right now. This was insane. He shouldn't even remember those dreams. Father had told him so. They would go away eventually.

They had to.

"Is there something you want or are you simply entertaining yourself?" He says harshly looking away from him. As long as he didn't look at him, he should be fine.

Just fine.

"I wanted to see if you were hungry or needed a swim."

"I do not require anything but to be left alone. Especially from your visit."

"Don't like me?" There was a strange tone to that that he couldn't decipher or understand. "Too bad."

Even so, he left and the cage closed in behind him hard.

Leaving him alone with his treacherous thoughts that joyously tormented him with images he shouldn't know. Dreams. They were just dreams.

Right?