Young Justice and Justice League Crossover Fanfiction
Chapter 8
AN: Sorry this chapter is late! I did start writing it on the day I said I would post it, but I was nowhere near done. At least it hasn't been two months. When I was planning this chapter, I don't know why, but I kept writing Sumperman instead of Superman. I thought that was funny. This is the chapter where I add something that wasn't originally in yj. (Not an OC or anything like that) It's kind of my version Bart's backstory. (I tried to use crash and mode since I haven't even used them yet in this story so far) I've had this idea for a little while now. Enjoy!
Back in the Justice League dimension
Superman was recently notified by an ally about the new arrivals at the watchtower, and he flew as fast as he could back to the League's base of operations. He was out in deep space on a mission for a couple of weeks. Commutation with the League was impossible that far out, and he couldn't call for backup. There was nothing but chaos and mass descruction. He eventually was able to fix everything, but there were families destroyed and the tranquil peace they had before was forgotten. His gaurd was up, and the more time he spent there the more paranoid he was about what could have happened when he was gone. Were they intruders? Was the League under attack from superpowered villains? We're they faring on own their without him? Or was he just really desperate to get back home?
He arrived at the watchtower ready to fight whatever person he might face. The first person he saw was a kid in a mainly yellow Flash costume. He sped away as soon as he was seen.
Strange, Superman thought.
As he continued to scout out the watchtower for anything suspicious, he saw people from the League that he was familiar with. They were in no rush, and walking around the hallways. A few even greeted him. Nothing was wrong. There was no attackers or danger anywhere to be seen. Superman let his tense shoulders rest, and made his way to Bruce's room.
As he opened the door he saw the darkness of the room from the outside. Bruce, who was inside, instinctively flinched and shielded his eyes when the light came into the room.
"What do you want Clark?" Bruce took of his cowl, and Superman could see the bags under his eyes. It's not the best idea to make Batman angry when he's tired.
"I came here to ask about the new arrivals that apparently came a couple days ago," he replied, closing the door behind him. The room was shrowded in darkness once more.
"Oh," Bruce yawned, barely affected.
"What are they doing here?"
"They're from another dimension."
"Oh." Superman said it the same way as Bruce did, "Wait, what?"
"They're staying here until I can find a way to get them back to their home," Bruce yawned again, slightly louder this time.
"How can you trust them so easily? What if they're planning something against the Justice League?"
"I just know. The real person we should be worried about is Flash."
"Flash? What did he eat at the food in the watchtower cafeteria again?" He asked sarcastically with a bit of a chuckle. The League fridge was empty on more than one occasion when Flash was around.
"No," Bruce pulled up the article about Wally's death on his giant computer, "It's much worse than that." He gave time to Clark to read the article and explained to him that Wally had been lying the whole time. Clark looked up at the screen in disbelief.
"This is what your worried about? Is this why you seem so exhausted? because you're investigating a teammate that we've known for years and you're having doubts now? This doesn't make him any different than he was before."
"It does! He lied to everyone in the league, for all this time. How do you know that he's the person we all thought he was?" Bruce said darkly.
"Because..." Clark voice faded, slowly.
"Changing the subject, can you please look for a boy in a yellow costume that looks like flash's for me? He should still be on the Watchtower the zeta tubes probably prevented him from leaving because he isn't authorized."
"Is he one of the visitors?"
"Yes, now go look for him," Bruce growled softly as he turned away from Clark.
"Fine," Clark sighed, seeing he wanted to be left alone, "But I will make sure that this boy can really be trusted, since you are the one letting strangers run loose on the Watch tower." And with that he left the room.
Superman clenched his fists in frustration. How in the world could he think that Flash of all people is suspicious? But what explains that file? Maybe he is from another dimension, but that doesn't change the fact that Flash is one of the founding members of the League. Shayera kept her secret, but she eventually came back to the League even though it took most members a while to trust her again after the Thangigarian invasion. But Flash wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut for more than ten seconds. Sure he was hesitant about telling League members his identity, but that was normal. Superman began to wonder how much he really knew about the Flash, but he didn't let himself doubt Wally. He was his friend, and it didn't matter if he was from another dimension or not.
Now onto looking for the kid. He was the person he was worried about.
Superman searched for the kid throughout the hallways of the Watchtower. He asked some Leaguers if they had seen him, but they all said they didn't know where he was.
When Superman made his way back to the zeta teleporter, he noticed the same figure he saw when he fist came to Watchtower. It was the boy.
He was next to the control system, and when Superman got closer he could see the boy fiddling with it. The panel was open, and you could see exposed wires and circuits.
This is exactly why the League doesn't let complete strangers onto the Watchtower! Superman thought. The boy was obviously trying to hack the system. He would take over the defensive system, or get some of League's most top secret information if he was able to hack in successfully. Who knows what he could be after.
"Hey you!" Superman called out to the boy.
The boy turned to look at Superman. He didn't look like a criminal mastermind. He slowly backed away from the control system, and raised his hands with an annoyed look on his face.
Superman moved closer once he saw the boy was unarmed, "What are you doing?"
"I just wanted a breath of fresh air on Earth," Bart sighed, seeing no reason to be aggressive against the man of steel, "I helped create a time machine, and I can't even hack into an old League zeta tube. I am so feeling the mode."
Superman relaxed. He seemed like a normal teenager, but he had no idea what he meant by feeling the mode. And then he realized something, "Wait... You helped create an actual time machine?"
"Yep," He replied simply.
"So..."
"I'm from the future, in another dimension."
Superman was dumbfounded, "And you're serious?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" He asked, and then getting an idea, he smirked wanting to mess around with the Boy Scout, "I can also do this," he zipped around the man of steel, and waited for his stunned reaction.
"Superman took a step away from the boy, "How did you even get here?"
"We were in The Batcave, and I found my time machine. I started fiddling with it. Big flash of light. And we wound up here. Pretty much sums it up."
"Okay..."
The boy sat down on the ground next to the start tube, looked literally out into space through the window. His energetic attitude seemed to be out of energy, as he sighed deeply.
Superman sat down the floor next to him. He didn't seem like a threat or a danger to anyone. No kid should feel so alone,"Are you trying to get back home?"
The boy looked up at him, "I can't go home. I have to make sure everything in the past is fixed. And once that's done there won't be a home for me to go to. Here isn't all that bad though I guess."
"I know how you feel." He put his hand on his shoulder to try and comfort the boy, "My home is gone too. Even though I don't remember it like the way my cousin did, it would still be amazing if I could go back and see everything she told me about."
"Did something happen to her?"
"No she's fine. She's just in the future that's all. I do worry about her though." He looked out the Watchtower windows at the stars.
"I have a cousin too," Bart looked down at the ground, questioning if he should tell him the truth. There wasn't any point of keeping secrets from someone he probably won't see again once he gets back to his dimension, so he decided to let everything out.
"Forty years in the future there's an apocalypse. An alien invasion by a race called the Reach. All humans were sold into slavery, and the world is covered in ash and pollution. The Earth's population was severely decreased, and most of the heroes of the Justice League were long gone. But there were still some out there giving us hope, like my parents. They were always out there saving people. But they didn't have much time to raise me. When you're out saving the world you shouldn't need to worry about a kid like me," he gestured at the lightning bolt on his chest.
"-The person that did look after me was my cousin. He was a retired hero, and he looked after me like a parent would. He taught me how to use my powers, and told me everything that I needed to know about being a hero. He told me once me that our world needed to be changed for the better, but there was nothing that we could do about it now. At the time that didn't make much sense to me." The boy rubbed his eyes.
"-He died soon after that. I found the time machine he was creating, and I understood what he had said. I made a mission to go back into the past and fix everything. The notes that he left behind helped guide me in finishing the machine and what I should do when I went back in the past. I got some help along the way. The Earth may have been captured by the Reach, but I knew I could save it just like my parents tried to do. My mission was to go save the Flash and prevent the Reach from taking over the world. Flash had died in a battle before the Reach acpocolypse was in full swing. When I went back in time I saved the Flash like I was supposed to. He was- is my grandfather. I met my cousin there when he was young and stubborn. He had no idea who I was. I was just glad to see him again. But in the end of the Reach apocalypse he died. He wasn't supposed to. I have no idea why it happened," The boy crouched over, hiding his tears, "and then I found him here." The boy didn't say anything else after he finished his story. They both sat in silence, as Superman soaked all his words in. He felt like he was left on a cliffhanger!
"What do you mean you found him here?" Superman demanded like a kid wanting to the end to a bedtime story.
"My cousin is Wally West."
AN: Offically the longest chapter I have ever written! yay!
