TO UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN THIS CHAPTER, YOU WILL HAVE TO HAVE EXTENSIVE KNOWLEDGE ON WOLVERINE'S BIOLOGICAL, AND UNOFFICIALLY ADOPTED FAMILY! Which means all of his 'litter'. If you don't know any of these characters mentioned, Comic vine . com should have all the answers you're looking for. Thank you.

The minute Daken and I had ran into Mt. Justice, Conner had thoroughly freaked out, and by freaked out, I mean grabbed me, threw me over his shoulder, and tried to fly me out of the ceiling, freak out. I had slipped out of his hold easily though, landing on the ground in-between my father and my team, everyone of them had drawn a weapon, pointing it at him.

"Guys, stand down!" I ordered.

Reluctantly, they all relaxed, but still kept their hands tight on their weapons.

Conner landed on the ground hard, denting the stone floor. He stalked over to me, grabbing my shoulder and yanking me behind him, his blue eyes glaring right into Daken's blue eyes. I honestly couldn't decide which ones were bluer. Unfortunately I had to immediately calm the situation down, Daken doesn't take well to his whole 'alpha male' thing being challenged.

I shrugged his hand off, stepping away from him, "Get away from me, you idiot. And stop trying to start a fight, we've got trouble."

Connor broke eye contact for a moment, staring at me. I could still see the fresh hurt in his eyes. A quick sniff of his scent told me that he was not only still betrayed by our argument at my apartment, but the fact that I wasn't immediately apologizing and trying to get him back. He should know by now I'm not like that. I heal quickly, I bet I already look like I'm over it, and moving on. Yeah, if I could be so lucky.

"Yeah, we've got a problem." Conner growled, "That dirt bag is here, in the mountain!"

I rolled my eyes, "Oh grow up Conner, he's with me. Listen, we've got a tail on us, someone a lot worse than Daken, okay? So here's what's going to happen, you're all going to use the zeta beams to get the hell out of here, and me and Daken will take care of him."

Artemis piped up, "Who is this guy trailing you?"

Amber spoke next, "It's not my dad, is it?"

I snorted, "I said the guy trailing us is worse than Daken, you dad doesn't hold a candle in comparison."

Her eyes narrowed, while Daken just chuckled. "Hey, Sabertooth has given Wolverine a run for his money-"

"Amber, Sabertooth didn't join the Dark Avengers. And we all know what the Dark Avengers did. Now drop it. Just get your ass into the zeta tubes, and never speak to me again." I ordered.

Kaldur stepped forward, "Mio, you've endangered this team enough, we deserve to know who is coming here to harm you."

I held his gaze for a moment, before sighing, "Fine. The man whose coming here to try and either kill me, enslave me, torture me until I wish for death, or some combination of the three is Romulus. Romulus is the first specimen of Lupus Sapiens, an old species of beings that evolved from wolves instead of apes. He has been alive for thousands of years, he was around during the cave man days. He's my great grandfather, and honestly I'm surprised it's taken him this long to bring the fight to me. He's the same Romulus in Greek mythology, he founded the city of Rome, and yes, I'm still waiting for Remus to finally make himself known. I don't know, maybe he's dead."

They all stared at me for a moment, before Robin spoke for them all, "Uh, what?"

"Get in the zeta tubes now!" I hissed.

Wally stepped forward, "Hey look, whoever this guy is, we can help you fight him."

"To much for you." I batted off, "To much for any of you, or any combination of you all. I'm telling you this as your superior. As your mentor, get in the zeta beams, and get out of here."

Kaldur opened his mouth to argue, but I shook my head, "Kaldur, Romulus has nearly taken out Wolverine before, and even I can only last about twenty minutes with Wolverine, none of you could last three. Run the numbers."

Kaldur paused, before finally nodding, "Very well, are you sure you are… secure with fighting beside your father on this?"

I grit my teeth, making a mental note to have a 'talk' with Kaldur later about not calling Daken my father. Hell, I don't even call him that.

Megan spoke before I could, "Uh, Kaldur, I'm pretty sure this is one of those, enemy of my enemy is my friend, kind of deals."

I nodded, "Yeah. Now get into the zeta beams, or I swear, I've got enough heat on me to knock you all out for several hours, so do I drug you, then send you on your way, or are you going to follow orders?"

Kaldur nodded, "Team, we let Hell Hound deal with this."

Artemis shook her head, "Mio, just let me help-"

"You don't have a healing factor Barbie." I said, putting an end to her train of thought.

One by one, they left in the zeta tubes, until there was only Conner and Amber left.

Amber crossed her arms, "You're not keeping me out of this fight Mio."

"Fine." I shrugged off, "Conner, get in the tube."

He shook his head, "I'm not leaving, and you should know me well enough by now to know that you're not going to convince me."

Daken laughed again, "Your boy toy is getting a bit to overbearing, kid."

Conner growled, taking a step towards Daken, and I leapt into the air, driving my knee into the side of Conner's head.

Conner grunted, hitting the ground hard, knocked out. Amber's eyes widened, "Whoa, you sure are packing some fire power behind those knee caps, aren't ya?"

"My elbows and knees are reinforced with adamantium." I explained, as we both grabbed one of Conner's arms and through him into the teleporter. He vanished, and Amber gave me a glare.

"I thought you only have your claws-"

"Hydra decided they wanted me to be more lethal, but not weighed down like Wolverine." I explained, "There's a big part of my skull that's got a plate of adamantium in there too."

Her eyes widened, "Really?"

I grabbed her shirt collar, then knocked my head against hers as hard as I could. She dropped, and I smirked. "Yeah, really."

I tossed her into the zeta beam too, turning back to Daken, "How close is he?"

He shrugged, "About four or five miles. Honestly, how long do you think it's going to take for Batman to contact Logan and tell him that you're fighting Romulus, and run down here and intervene?"

I shrugged, "I don't know, half an hour, one hour?"

Daken nodded, "And you think that you can hold him off that long? You said yourself you can only hold you own for about twenty minutes against Logan."

"I'm with you." I pointed out. "You've nearly killed Romulus before."

"He was wounded." Daken explained.

I mumbled a quick curse in Japanese, then sighed, "How long can you hold against him?"

Daken grinned, "Three hours."

I let the fact that Daken was so far ahead of me in fighting ability sink in, then sighed, "I hate my life."

Silence lasted for about two minutes, before Daken broke it. "You mentioned something about heat-"

"You aren't getting any." I shot down, "And what's more, the second this fight is finished, I'm putting you in rehab. Extensive rehab. SHIELD backed rehab."

He glared at me, "There is no way in hell I'm going-"

"Donna is already clean." I snapped. "You've spent more than two months clean, even if it wasn't your decision."

Daken smirked, "Yeah, the little kid version of me, huh? Let me ask you, how does it feel to have the little boy you loved with all your heart turn into the man you hate more than anything?"

I glared at him, "I don't know, how does it feel to know that a woman who happens to be completely human, with no special abilities at al has more will power than you? Like I said, Donna's already clean, and you're still pathetic."

Daken shook his head, stilling chuckling. "Still, Superboy? I'm really, really disappointed in you. What did you even see in that guy? He's a whiney little douche."

I raised an eyebrow, "Did you turn back into a full grown man to question my romance life, or are you gonna shut your trap and help me cut Romulus into hundreds of little pieces?"

He smirked, "Couldn't think of a better daddy-daughter bonding pass time."

The minute the words left his mouth, the front door literally exploded. I brought my arms up, protecting my face, and planted my feet firmly. Once the explosion died down, I looked up, to see Romulus for the first time. He stood, towering over me and Daken both, his long black and white hair tied up in a samurai fashion. His claws were extended, they were nothing like Wolverine's, Laura's, Daken's, not even Sabertooth's! They were all different, some straight, some curved, but they all looked deadly.

I shifted into a fighting stance, popping my claws, and tried to get a handle on my pheromones. I pulled my scent in, trying not to let it show how completely terrified I was through my scent. I pushed out over confidence, hoping he would get scared at that. Probably not, but coming off as a punk kid who has no sense of mortality or worries is something I enjoy doing.

Romulus' eyes met mine, and that was when I realized that there was no end to this fight.

Even if I won here today, Romulus was just going to be on my tail again tomorrow. If not Romulus, then somebody else. Hydra would come after me again, eventually. Every government facility in the world worth talking about wanted a mini wolverine of their own. I fit that description pretty well.

I didn't want to spend my whole life running.

That's all I've ever done. I ran from hydra, I ran from my father, I ran from Logan to come to Young Justice, and I knew the minute this battle was over I'd be running from Connor.

I was a runner, not a fighter. That's what I've always been. Everyone else in my family chooses fight over flight, but I'd rather run. Better a live dog than a dead wolf.

I staggered over my pheromones, have to keep a radiation of confidence, no fear can leak through my scent. The minute Romulus sees a weakness, he'll go for it. He's beaten Logan before, he can beat me too, I just need to- wait a minute.

I paused, "That… doesn't make sense. That doesn't make any sense!"

Daken stared at me out of the corner of his eye as I dropped my guard, staring at Romulus, "That's just… that's not fair!"

I could feel Romulus staring at me as I looked over at Daken, "How is that possible!? He's so… tall!"

Daken sighed, "Mio, this isn't the time, nor the place-"

"No, this is the perfect time!" I insisted, "It's the first time I actually see him-"

"And all you're concerned about is his height?" Daken asked, shooting me a look.

"He's like, two stories tall!" I insisted, "And Logan's just five foot six, maybe! You're only five foot four, and I'm stuck with five feet and two freakin inches! Why does he get to be over seven feet tall!?"

Daken suddenly stiffened, "Oh hell."

"What?" I asked. "You thought I didn't know your height? Yeah, your file says five foot five, but I knew you were five foot four."

Daken shook his head, "Kid, you smell that?"

"The scent of your utter humiliation, or the scent of Romulus's utter confusion?" I asked.

The wall to my right suddenly exploded, and huge man made of red and silver metal stepped through, two long metal tentacles came out of his arms, waving around in the air.

My eyes widened, "Omega Red?"

He smirked, a thick Russian accent slipping through his metal lips. "Ah, so the Wolverine has told you of me, little puppy?"

I looked over my shoulder at Daken, "What the hell did he just call me?"

Daken sighed, "Now you've done it Red."

I turned back to Omega Red, getting back to back with Daken. "My name is Hell Hound, bitch!"

"Helly!" called out an overly cheerful voice.

I froze, "Oh hell no."

I looked over to the left to see DeadPool standing there, waving a gun at me, "Check it out Helly, family reunion!"

I groaned, slapping my face with one hand, "It would be, if you weren't here. Hint, hint."

He put a hand over his heart, pretending to look wounded, "Oh come on Helly, after all we've been through, I consider all you guys my family! I'm you're Uncle Pool!"

"Get bent!" I ordered.

"Aw come on, don't you remember all the good times?" He asked, faking innocence. "When me and you stirred up hell in New Hampshire-"

"You set an orphanage on fire, and left me to get all those kids out."

"That crazy night in Egypt-"

"You tricked me into unleashing a mummy bent on destroying all female life on earth."

"And who can forget that weekend in Madripor?"

"You threw me out of a helicopter, fifteen miles from the shore."

DeadPool paused, "Ya know, I almost forgot, you remember that afternoon in Japan!?"

I stared at him, "Wilson, I didn't know you when I lived in Japan. And thank God I didn't, because if I had known you at that age, I'd be bat-shit crazy by now!"

He looked around, "Hey wait a minute, I came in to early, didn't I!?"

"… Too early?" Daken asked.

"Yeah, you guys haven't revealed the soul shattering truth yet!" DeadPool explained. "I was supposed to come in after Wild Child!"

"Wild Child is dead Wilson." I groaned.

"Oh hell, I'm just messing up everything today!" DeadPool complained. "You guys haven't even seen him come back to life!"

"Go away!" I snapped.

"No way, I'm supposed to save your life in this chapter." DeadPool insisted, "Or… maybe that's next chapter. I just kinda skimmed the preview."

"Enough of this!" Omega Red roared, his tentacles shooting towards me. I ducked, and looked up in time to see Daken getting impaled through the back.

He let out a scream as Omega Red picked him up, throwing him through the air, "MIO!"

"Sorry! Old habits die hard!" I explained, jumping over Omega Red's tentacle as he tried to attack me again.

DeadPool fired a few shots at Romulus, who walked forward, towards me like the bullets were nothing. I can tell you from experience, bullets hurt!

I bent over backwards to avoid Red's next tentacle, before trying to slice it in half. Not even a scratch. "Damn it!"

My phone suddenly sprang to life. "Hot mama's, pimp daddies, and the people rolling in the caddies! Hey rockers, hip hoppers, and everybody all around the world-"

I answered it quickly, holding the phone with one hand and defending from Red's tentacles with the other. "Who ever you are, this is not a good time!"

"I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S NOT GOOD, ME GETTING A CALL AT THREE IN THE MORNING FROM AMBER SAYING YOU'RE FIGHTING ROMULUS WITH DAKEN!"

I flipped over Red's tentacle onto the kitchen counter, "Oh! Logan, hey… you! Look, there's a perfectly good explanation for all of this!"

Logan sighed on the other end, "Try me kid, I dare you. Just try me."

"One word, starts with a D, take a guess."

"Are you seriously blaming this on Daken!?"

Romulus grabbed Dead Pool by the neck lifting him up of the ground.

"Hey!" I grabbed the blender, throwing it at Romulus' head to distract him from DeadPool. Something smelled off about Wilson today. He wasn't at his A game, and until Daken heals up, he's the only thing standing in-between me being turned into shish kabob by Romulus. "Pick on someone your own size!"

Romulus growled as the thick glass shattered against his skull. He tossed DeadPool to the side, walking towards me. I growled into the phone, "No, I'm blaming this on DeadPool!"

"When did DeadPool get there!?"

"A little after Omega Red." I admitted, jumping of the counter and jumping onto the floor lamp, then launching myself through the air onto the chandelier. I grabbed onto it with my ankles, hanging there as Daken burst back into the room, launching himself at Romulus.

DeadPool jumped up again, firing at Omega Red.

"Omega Red!? I though it was just you, Daken and Romulus!"

"Join the club gramps." I dropped down from the chandelier to avoid Red's first tentacle, and his second wrapped around my ankle yanking me towards him, "And if DeadPool is telling the truth, Wild Child is coming next!"

"I killed Wild-"

"Tell that to the crazy guy holding all the guns!" I snapped. "Look, just get Amber, Laura, Sabertooth, and anyone else you can think of over here. I'm calling for a Howlett/Creed Family Reunion!"

I hung up on the phone as Red used his other tentacle, shoving it through my gut. I screamed, grabbing the tentacle, trying to pull it out as it burrowed deeper. He laughed, tossing me back into the wall.

I panted as I felt myself starting to knit back together. The familiar pull, tug, and tickle of the flesh forming back over bone, arteries reconnecting, and internal organs flopping back into place again.

As I gathered myself up to get to my knees, my yes met a pair of black, spiky combat boots. I followed those boots up to met the owner, a tall blonde man with piercings all over his face. His black leather costume was covered in spikes and belt buckles.

"Well damn, DeadPool was right."