Stories of Shadows
So, I don't own Young Justice...Damn.
Summary: Terra was cursed. Plagued with dreams of the atrocities she caused, and nightmares of the treachery she had been willing to execute. She hadn't had many if any, stories she could look back on unless her mind drifted back to her time with the League of Shadows. To the boy with no stories of his own, other than the "J" branded on his cheek.
Note: Set after Young Justice: Outsiders.
Happy Harbor
March 14, 2:35 EDT
There were moments where Tara Markov wondered if it was better to be awake or asleep when her memories came flooding into her mind without warning.
In the beginning, she had dreams of herself drowning in tar. Dr. Jace watching her, hugging her when it was over, and her uncle taking her away before she could remember to breathe.
She had been liberated from her uncle when the first wave of horrors hit if she could call Slade taking her liberation. Anything, at that moment, had been better than her uncle.
She had adapted to the life she was forced into. She adapted to Slade and his less than kind lessons, but also his moments of goodwill. She had been naïve to believe that he cared for her when in reality she had just been a pawn in his game of manipulation.
It wasn't until Slade introduced Tara, to the League of Shadows did she feel as though she could belong somewhere, particularly when she met the strange boy who didn't even remember his own name.
They would meet in secret, Slade had forbidden her from interacting with the assassins, and Ra's al Ghul kept the boy away from everyone but his daughter, Talia.
As she stared up at the ceiling in her bedroom. No, it wasn't her bedroom. She wanted it to be, especially with her brother Gregor in the next room. Will and Artemis' house was the first place in a long time that she could call home. Only temporarily, though, Gregor had told Tara. He had said they would find a place to live in, she could even pick the location and anything she had wanted. It would only be temporary, Gregor had said, though Tara knew he was trying to convince himself more than he was to her.
Momentarily, Tara thought about her other brother, Brion. He had usurped Gregor's throne, he betrayed their brother. He also killed their uncle, which the Team had been horrified by, but Tara had been relieved. Their uncle had torn apart Tara's family, something she could never forgive him for. Brion, Tara could sympathize with when it came to him murdering Bedlam, she could forgive him for not being there when she had been kidnaped but she couldn't not for what he had done to Gregor.
Tara looked over at the window that was across from the bedroom's door. She could easily leave the house from it, but she never would. She wouldn't leave Gregor, he was all she had at the moment, and she was all he had. He didn't know anyone in America, no one like Tara that is. She knew her brother was getting himself familiar with the Team, and the Outsiders, but he wasn't like them. He didn't have any powers, he didn't even know if he tested positive for the meta-gene and Tara was certain that he wouldn't want the test even if it were offered to him. She couldn't blame Gregor, their meta-human uncle had kidnapped her and had a hand in murdering their parents, she had done terrible things with her powers, and only time would tell what Brion would do next with his own.
Tara sighed as she shifted her thoughts from her brother to the boy she met during her time with the League of Shadows, at least before R'as al Ghul left, taking his loyalists with him. The boy had gone with him, though only because R'as and Talia were all that he had, just as Tara only had Slade.
"My name is Tara," Tara heard her voice ringing out in her mind. She wanted to cringe at how thick her accent had been then, English was still a challenge for her.
"What is yours?" She had asked the boy that had been sitting across from her. They had been in the catacombs of the League of Shadows base. Close to Ra's' Lazarus Pit, where no one was allowed to be unless the Demon's Head said otherwise.
The boy had stared at her with a confused look in his green eye, which was the only thing she could see because he had a red mask that covered everything under his eyes. His messy black hair was hidden by a red hood.
Tara remembered asking the boy again, and the boy remained as silent as he had been since they met. Only, the boy responded to her this time. Not verbally, but he pulled his mask off his face.
Somehow, Tara managed to hide her shock when she saw the "J" scar under his left eye. Her blood ran cold when the boy pointed at the scar, as though it was something he identified with. Maybe he did, Tara would later think when she remembered that the boy had no memories of his life before coming to the League of Shadows.
"J-J-Ja..." The boy had said before he got frustrated with himself. She had watched in silence as the boy grimaced and pulled the mask back up, covering the scar and the lower part of his face.
"Jay?" Tara had asked.
The boy had shaken his head but then nodded as though he couldn't decide on his answer.
Tara sighed as she closed her eyes. She hoped nightmares wouldn't plague her tonight, though she knew that she deserved them. After everything she did during her time with Slade, it was only right that she suffered.
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