Summary: Getting transported into this shit show of world wasn't on my to do list of the day. Becoming a fake of one of their biggest heroes also wasn't on my to do list. But hey, when life hands you lemons…

Combatant

How long had it been since I saw the moon? How long had it been since I felt the breeze of a nice night? As I was force fed information, I pondered these questions and more. It had been so long since I left this pod, it was almost maddening.

The only time I was allowed to leave the pod was for combat training. Something that was only able to happen because my creator, (and I use that term very loosely), thought it would be prudent and beneficial for me to learn how to use abilities instead of relying on the stock footage of my original's many fights.

It was also an opportunity for them to get a thorough analysis on the way my original fights their various enemies. Even if I was a pale imitation of the aforementioned original information was information, no matter the source.

Of course, I felt a sense of shame. After all, I was being used to effectively understand, replicate, counter, and eventually replace the closest thing I have to a parent, to family. But my blood boiled at the thrill of a fight, at the chance to put my enemy six feet into the ground. You see, the thing about my creator was that he believed in survival of the fittest.

Whenever the time came for me to train I would fight their strongest, and if they were unavailable, then I would fight hordes, until either I was dead or they were. Obviously, I would always win, but that's besides the point. The point is that I found that I really loved a good fight, no matter the opposition, no matter the circumstance.

You're probably wondering, if they set you free to fight, why didn't you use those chances to escape? Well, allow me to enlighten you; the world was an honest to god scary place. Even for someone as strong as I am, there were still loads of people stronger and smarter than me.

An image flashed into the forefront of my mind. Seven individuals standing on a stage. Tall, powerful, and unwavering, bringers of justice. All stood in different uniforms, but the one that really stood out was the one with black hair and blue eyes….

More images flashed in my mind, most of them involving me standing triumphant above a beaten Justice League, the people of Earth, Humanity, cheering for me as I raised the one with black hair and blue eyes by the throat…

Another image showed me clashing with the figure, they're weaker than I am, of course I was made to surpass them it was expected. As we clashed the figure would destroy buildings, streets, cars, that person didn't care for Humanity, for the people were beneath them. The reason why they must be destroyed…

A final image was shown. This time it was just the black haired figure shaking hands with the POTUS. Emotions stirred as thoughts not of my own making filled my head. Hatred, loathing, contempt, distrust, enemy, must eliminate, danger to Humanity…

I did the mental equivalent of a glare.

If I wasn't suspended in this stupid pod I would've punted the little gremlin. Instead, I just forced the thoughts of me kicking it up and down until I got the equivalent of 'sorry' shoved in my head.

That was something I absolutely came to loathe since I first 'awoke' the constant attempts at brainwashing and trying to get me to hate my DNA source was getting annoying. At first I was a little nervous (Downright panicking), but after the first few times and with the help of one of my 'brothers' it was more of an annoyance than anything.

They were planning a way to set both me and my 'older brother' free as we were, in his own words, hope for the rest of their kind. We were like beacons of hope for them, I suppose I should've felt uncomfortable with the whole idea and being put on a pedestal.

But a part of me felt happy…

Was this how my original felt when they were on that stage? Was this what it meant to be a hero? To have others look up to and depend on you and your strength? I was...conflicted. I wanted to know what it felt like to be a hero to others, was this what it meant to be a hero?

You have a mission. The gremlins perched atop my pod telepathically told me. They quickly filled me on the details and what my assignment was. The sorcerer Wotan, an image of him and several other sorcerers standing in a temple performing a ritual, was trying to blot out the sun.

Wotan isn't meant to succeed, his plan, in the grand scheme of things, is to gather all of the Justice League in one central location, while something much more important goes on behind the scenes, something that my creator didn't have the specifics on. Interesting. But my mission was to make sure the League stayed there.

I was being dispatched to keep the enemy occupied while the higher ups conducted their shady business. Essentially I was a glorified decoy with a fistful of training, being sent to stall the Justice League. Perfect.

"Genomes!" The nasally and irritating sound of my creator echoed in my ears, "Wake Project War!"

They did as instructed and I opened my eyes to the sight of two men. The first was my creator, an average middle aged man with brown hair tied into a ponytail, wearing a lab coat, blue slacks, and a pair of flip flops. On his left shoulder sat a small Genome. His horns glowing a brief second, to show that he was guiding my actions. When in reality he wasn't, but the other two occupants didn't know or needed to know that.

"And it'll obey any order without question?" The other man stood a few steps behind my creator, his arms crossed, but it was clear he was ready to fight if need be. Clearly, someone's been in a fight before, "And How is it's combat prowess? Normally, I wouldn't go poking in your little laboratory, but I heard about Match and how badly you fucked that one up."

If the creator was angry, he did his best to hide it, it also probably helped that he answered the questions to keep himself calm, "Yes. While Match is irreversibly unstable, and the Superboy lacks the strength of its original, War has retained all of its original's strength and as undergone numerous combat scenarios, with stronger opponents and groups of opponents. War is the perfect weapon for your mission."

The second man looked me up and down, his eyes scanning for any sort of identifiable weakness, "Let's hope so for your sake, doctor. The board will have your head on a pyke if this one turns out to be another failure, but enough about that," He ignored the silently fuming doctor in favor of stepping closer.

"Get down here," He pointed towards the spot in front of him, and I obliged. I simply floated down and allowed my feet to land gently on the ground, just four paces shy of him. He walked up to me and placed a metal collar around my neck.

He backed up, never once taking his eyes off of me, "Listen, clone. I'm Sportsmaster and I'll be your handler for this mission. You step out of line, you hold your punches, you so much as look the wrong way," He reaches into a pouch and pulled out a small black device, "And this will happen," he pressed one of the buttons.

I screamed as I felt electricity travel throughout my entire body. I lowered to a crouch as I tried to claw at the shock collar, used for Metahumans at Blackgate Penitentiary, Belle Reve, and Stryker's Island, I knew it was coming, but it still was a bitch and a half to prepare yourself for.

It stopped after a brief second, the message clear as day, " 'Kay Doc, I'll be taking War off your hands now. I'll try to bring it back the same way I'm getting it, but considering who we're facing, it'll be a little damaged."

He turned around and walked away, his intent for me to follow was clear, so I did. But before we could make it to the elevator the creator stopped the handler, "Sportsmaster! When War succeeds, you will speak of my part in making and conditioning him, correct?"

"Of course, Doc." He responded, his tone bored but the creator seemed to believe it, "But first, War has to hold its own against the big leagues."

The helicopter ride over to the site of the ritual was long and grueling. I personally would have flew here in at least half of the time, but Sportsmaster wanted me riding along to go into further depth of what my role was supposed to be.

While the fact I was a diversion stayed the same (a fact that still made my blood boil at the slight, being reduced to a distraction?! My original would rather die!) I would specifically be holding off four leaguers; Wonder Woman, Aquaman, and the Hawks.

While a majority of my mind was freaking out over the fact that I would be fighting some of their strongest hitters, another part of me was running rampant with childish glee. This was a rare once in a lifetime opportunity, not many people had the chance nor the power to fight four of the Justice League. The fight itself would be of legend! It would be so glorious!

The best part about it was that if worse came to worst, I didn't even have to win! I just had to hold them off until our time table was met, and effectively escape, though that was my official mission. My mission was to eventually escape Cadmus, either with or without Kr, and find somewhere to build a life.

I nodded to myself, perfectly timed with whatever the fuck Sportsmaster was talking about, my 'plan' would come to fruition soon enough. Even if I needed the League's help, I completely intended on taking part of that glorious four on one fight I was promised.

"You'll be at the beach, just a few yards away from the tree line and behind the temple. The rest of the island, will be bottled up, so that will be the only viable point of entry for the heroes. Stall your targets and allow the others to 'slip' past you, you will be as destructive as possible, I want those four stuck there until I give the green light."

"Understood," I stood up, the turbulence of the helicopter not hindering me in any shape or form. While he continued to talk over the radio, possible to the villains on stand by, I looked over my gear once more.

While they treated me like an object (again my blood boiled at the disrespect, but I held my tongue) they did give a new outfit, instead of the white jumpsuit I wore back at Cadmus. I was now dressed in all black, a simple long sleeve shirt, cargo pants and boots. It wasn't anything fancy, but it felt good to wear something other than white. They also had me wear a mask that was most commonly seen on a Shadow's body. Possible to not give away who I was and allow me to keep the advantage of surprise.

I walked over towards one of the windows and looked out over the secluded beach. It was actually breathtaking, so serene, so peaceful. It was an honest shame that I would end up destroying it. If only Superboy could've been here. Maybe he might have enjoyed it as well. However, my moment of peace wasn't meant to last.

My senses were a lot sharper than a normal human's, so it wasn't hard to see something emerge from the water, or the accurate term, someone. I didn't even need to get a good look at him, I already knew who it was before Sportsmaster even told me to go after him.

Might as well greet the king right? I opened one of the doors, and waited for my handler to give me the okay. Which was in the form of him wagging the trigger for my collar back and forth, "Remember; I want them stuck."

I looked back down and prepared to jump, "Understood."

I came crashing down on the beach with a loud boom and a cloud of sand. The cloud didn't last long however. The hero, Red Tornado, created miniature tornados to clear the air, leaving me exposed for the entirety of the league to see. Though I use entirety loosely, as they split up into teams. Given the fact that there was only a handful of them, that fact was pretty obvious.

I looked at each of them, taking into account of who was here and who wasn't. Luckily, my four was here, with the added addition of the machine. This got a little more difficult, but the strategy remains the same. Move fast, strike fast, and…

"Well," I spoke up, voice taking on a hint of overconfidence, "Let's see what we got here, a king that can talk to fish, a princess raised by sexists, a couple of bird nerds, and a metal Pinocchio," I crossed my arms and closed my eyes nodding in satisfaction, "Should be easy enough…"

"Rargh!" And that was Hawkman, easy to anger, hits like a truck, and hates taking hits at his pride. Predictable. He came rushing, and with the added help of his wings, he came in fast, but not fast enough. His mace was raised overhead, intent on bashing my skull in.

"Hawkman!"

I simply raised my arms and caught his mace and a strap from his armor. Using his charging momentum, I dug my lead foot into the ground, it cracked and formed a small crater as I dug, and threw him behind me. I heard several trees break and fall as he was sent through the tree line.

It was then that they decided to take me seriously. They all rushed me, with the intent of overpowering me, and they would have if not for one crucial fact. A fact that puts them at a major disadvantage; I knew how they all fought.

Hawkwoman flew in first, her wings giving her an extra boost in speed as she lowered her mace to strike me. Doable, I suppose. I leaped back, the mace coming just a few inches shy of my face. I planted my rear foot in the ground and launched a punch at the leaguer. She blocked with the handle of her mace, but the strength behind it sent her skidding back.

It gave me enough breathing room to deal with Wonder Woman. She threw her lasso at me, in hopes of incapacitating me as quickly as possible, but I had a job that needed to be done. The lasso shone in the sun's light, and I was a little mesmerized by it, though that didn't stop me from catching it with my arm.

Seeing that I was caught, Wonder Woman began to pull. Her strength was immense, a fact that excited me even as I had to keep my feet planted in order to not go flying towards her. She was pulling hand over hand and the closer I got she started to speak, "Speak your name, boy! And the reason for your attack! The lasso compels you!"

The Lasso Of Truth came to life in a flash of gold. It started to radiate a heat so hot that it made me what to tell the truth, just to get it to stop. So, I happily obliged her, "The name's War and I attacked you because I was ordered to!" While it wasn't the whole truth, it was still a truth.

Wonder Woman continued to pull me closer, yet it was a slow and delicate process, "Aquaman! Red Tornado!" She called for assistance from the king of Atlantis and the machine. They each came running in, or in the case of the machine, flying in. Aquaman flipped over Wonder Woman and delivered a kick towards my sternum.

"Agh!" I let out some spittle as I was sent skidding back, the lasso slipping from my arm and back towards the awaiting grasp of its owner. Red Tornado decided to create a blast of wind to send me back into the tree line, but I quickly got my wits together and leaped to the right.

Aquaman himself was right on top of me, both his fists clasped together for a heavy blow to my temple, I ducked under it and punched him in the stomach, it only bought me a few moments as it only sent him back a few feet, "You are outmatched child! Surrender and we will be lenient towards your transgressions!"

I prepared myself to follow up, but I was interrupted by my instincts screaming at me. I lowered my back until it was parallel with the ground. It was Hawkwoman. She tried an attack from behind, for some reason the warrior part of me raged at the show of dishonor, but I squashed that feeling down. Instead I pumped as much strength as I could into my arm and sent it upwards towards her exposed stomach.

She let out a gasp of pain as she was propelled back into the air. Not missing the opening I made for myself I did a backflip to right myself and launched myself towards her. My fist reared back for a powerful blow, except it wasn't meant to be.

I was just a few seconds away from the bird woman when a golden lasso latched itself onto my arm, halting me in the air for a small moment, "What..?" I whispered in surprise. It didn't last long however as Wonder Woman pulled on the lasso with all of her might. Sending me crashing back down into the beach below.

It was disorienting if I'm being completely honest, but I quickly shook it off as I made my way outside of the me sized hole I made, "Okay, that was honestly pretty cool, princess," I admitted as I stared into her blue eyes, the same eyes that stared at me with an intensity befitting a warrior, "I guess I can see why they'd be more wary of you than the Kryptonian, after all a true warrior has no easily exploitable weakness on the battlefield."

My words gave them pause, even as they all started to slow encircle me. Wonder Woman asked the question that was on everyone's mind, "Who is this 'they' you speak of child? Is it the sorcerers behind this plot?"

"Ah, Ah, Ah," I wagged my index finger back and forth, a slight teasing and childish tone entering my voice, "Now that would be telling, princess. If I told you now, there wouldn't be a big climactic moment when it dawns on you. Admittedly, I can't wait until all of you figure it out."

I lowered myself into a combat stance, one that made Wonder Woman's eyes widen in shock, "Hera…" Had a feeling she would recognize it immediately, after all it was a part of her culture.

"Calling on her won't help you, Princess," I propelled myself forward, using my rear foot for momentum, "She won't help any of you!" I came barreling in at the Princess herself, but was blocked by the King of Atlantis.

"You should learn to respect your betters, boy!" He caught my punch and quickly kneed me in the stomach, I doubled over had the sheer strength behind it, "You've brought this upon yourself! It is time you reaped what you have sown!"

Seeing that I was still standing, he went in for another one, though I would've been damned twice over before I let him do it again, "Shut it you overgrown glorified fish stick!" I caught his knee with my hand and applied enough pressure that he flinched, giving me the opening I needed.

"Now get the fuck off of me," I grabbed the collar of his suit and twisted my body to throw him behind me. Then came Hawkman, even though most of his face was covered, it still showed how absolutely enraged he was.

He came in with a flurry of strikes at such a speed I was forced to backpedal, "Are you angry? Cause I feel like you're angry." He tried for a swiped on my right, but I somehow managed to catch the weapon in between my elbow and knee by the polearm. I looked surprised. He looked surprised. We both were surprised. "Huh, didn't know I had the hand eye coordination to pull that off."

That only seemed to make him madder, if his yell of anger was anything to go off of. And not wanting to be anywhere near a raging berserker, I quickly sent a jab towards his exposed temple. The blow sent him face first into the sand. Completely unmoving, more than likely having blacked out, "Well, sucks to suck bro, that's what you get for choosing the path of a berserker."

I didn't have a chance to enjoy my victory as a powerful gust of wind sent me careening into a nearby tree, "Motherfucker…!" My voice was drowned out by the sounds of the wind picking up speed.

I kinda figured this sort of thing would happen. Red Tornado was more of a Ranged combatant, so when his teammates weren't trying to overpower me, he would start to attack, either to incapacitate me himself or at least buy his team time for a breather.

"Dude, chill the fuck out!" I yelled as I covered my eyes, his winds were picking up the sand and creating a goddamn sand storm, "This is why I fucking hate sand!" It was then I felt something metal impact my jaw, judging by the way it felt it was a mace, possibly Hawkwoman. I only caught a glimpse of her before she went disappeared back into the sand storm.

"Of all the…?!" Wonder Woman came barreling out of the storm this time, her lasso wrapped around her hands. I had thought she would go for a frontal attack, but instead she flipped over me, allowing her lasso to meet my neck.

At that moment I knew I wouldn't like what was going to happen next, "Come on…!" She knelt down and used her current position to start choking me. I started to reach around wildly, at both the lasso and the air. Hoping to stop this pain and stop myself from possibly dying.

My vision started to swim and everything was slowly getting covered in black. Stop, stop, stop it, stop. I didn't want it to end like this. Not again, not again, not again, not again, not again. She started to crouch lower, increasing the effectiveness of her technique.

Get off of me. Get off of me. GET OFF OF ME. I shot straight up into the air. My path only being guided by both my rage and fear. I didn't want to go back into the dark. I wouldn't allow it. Wonder Woman wasn't expecting it, and it showed when her grip loosened a bit. It was just enough to allow me to turn around and grab her by her arm, "Never again! I'll never be caged again!" I threw her back down towards the beach, not caring if she recovered(which she probably did) or not.

I felt a gust of wind knock me off balance. I quickly turned around to see Tornado charging towards me. Gusts of red wind moving to flak me from both the right and left.

"Machine!" I flew towards him, faster than any of his attempts to catch me, it tried to attack with more gusts of winds but I easily dodged out of their way. Red Tornado primarily dealt with enemies from long range, so getting up close and personal was the best course of action. I reached him and shoved my fist through his chest, my hand crashing and destroying metal and circuits.

It was a shame he didn't have any light in his eyes to begin with, would've loved to see them fade, "You're bothering me." The winds beneath it began to fade until he was just dangling by my arm. It was completely powered down, I punched it in the face sending it rocketing back towards the beach.

"Tornado!" A rage filled cry demanding justice, Hawkman came flying from the tree line, his mace once again ready to strike, huh so he's back up again, no doubt thanks to that little sand storm. "I'll have your head, child!" He screamed as he flew in closer. I was determined to meet him halfway, rocketing down with both my speed and the support of gravity, I reared my fist back posed to punch him with all of my strength.

Our attacks met, my fist colliding with his war mace. There was a shockwave of power that sent us both pullmenting towards the Earth. Though in the end I was the only one that crashed into the ground, as Hawkman was caught by his fellow Hawk.

I felt myself cough up a little blood when I hit the ground, but that was okay. I healed faster than a baseline human. It wouldn't take me long to get back into fighting shape. I moved to get up, but a red heeled boot placed itself on my chest, pinning me towards the ground. It was Wonder Woman, and while most people would've loved the view of the Amazon princess, I had to stop myself from shuddering at such thoughts.

"Surrender now, child!" She demanded as the others started to circle around us, "You will be treated fairly and given medical treatment after we deal with Wotan. Continue these hostilities and you'll only have yourself to blame."

"Surrender?" I asked completely dumbfounded, "Why the hell would I do that?!" I grabbed her leg and threw her off of me. Surrender she says! As if my blood would be satisfied with such a miserable thing. "Where's the fun in such a trivial action?!"

The others started to close in, in response I used my hands as a platform and began to spin. They weren't prepared for the attack and leaped back, opting to just regroup with Wonder Woman, who had already picked herself up. I stopped and got to my feet, waiting for their next move.

"Hawkwoman, Hawkman, and Aquaman, go rendezvous with Superman and his team." She whipped her lasso against the ground, as a show of what's to come, "I'm more than enough to deal with this child."

Of course, I was supposed to stop them, it was my mission, but I had wanted to face Wonder Woman unabated for the longest, and this seemed as a good excuse to do it. While it did go against the mission, Sportsmaster could go screw himself. I subtly scratched my collar, was gonna have to do something about it later.

The other leaguers looked a little apprehensive at being ordered to leave one of their own behind, but they relented quickly enough. Considering she was in charge of their little team, it made sense that they would have such faith in her.

They all nodded, offering words of encouragement as they left for the temple. I placed a hand over my mask and laughed, "Calling me out, Princess? A little rude and definitely hurtful towards my nonexistent pride, but I'd be happy to indulge you!"

We both charged, our speed allowing us to close the gap in between us at a breakneck speed. Our fists collided with enough strength to cause miniature shockwaves. Each impact kicking up sand, unleashing powerful gusts of wind strong enough to knock back trees.

Thrilling, enjoyable, fun, is what I'd describe this as. She was moving with such ferocity it was getting steadily harder to keep up with her movements! I had honestly never experienced something remotely close to this before. She eventually decided to duck underneath one of my strikes, and send a roundhouse kick towards my side. I blocked it easy enough, but the strength behind it, still sent me tumbling.

It was fine though. I could fly, so I used that ability to right myself, and not a moment too late as the Amazon was on me once again. Her face set into a one most seen on the battlefield, sweaty, and determined to win. Something that I found that I liked about her. I caught her raised fist and retaliated with one of my own, my fist was also caught.

Our hands began to grip each other and the tide of battle changed once more. Our heels dug into the ground as we tried to make the other submit. The sand wasn't providing the proper strength required to hold our might and as such we began to steadily sink. Whether she also noticed it was lost on me.

I allowed myself to grin, "That's it Princess! Show me the might of the famous Greek Amazons! Show me what it takes to fight beings of immense power! Show me what it takes to stand with gods!" I allowed my excitement to come forth, each sentence bolstering my own resolve to win against her. She however didn't need to worry, she was and will always be stronger than me.

She slowly started to rise as I started to sink. She was steadily adding more and more strength to her grip and legs, "Foolish child! You think this as a game?! That endangering the people of Earth is nothing more than a whimsical gesture?! Allow me to teach you were your mentors have failed!" Her anger towards my demeanor and my apparent disregard towards my people, filled her with even more resolve.

"W-what?!" I was forced down on one knee, yet she continued to push down, "How are you so strong? Shit, I knew you were strong princess, but this is fucking ridiculous! If you're like this with just little ole me then I can't imagine how you were on Themyscira!" This wasn't making any sense! She was stronger than me, yes. I knew that. But she wasn't supposed to be this stronger.

I quickly raised my eyes to meet her own, and I wish I hadn't. The look she gave was almost enough to make me regret this whole thing. It honestly…hurt. The way she was looking at me. As if I was some sort of...weak and annoying thing…

"You know nothing of strength boy! You are nothing more than a tantrum throwing child!" Then her head came rushing towards mine. The strength behind it coupled with her tiara made it immensely painful.

"I am not a child!" I screamed back at her, increasing the strength of my grip, "You don't know a damn thing about me!" I then gave her a headbutt of my own, it created a small shockwave that kicked up a portion of the sand. I needed to let go, but she had a death grip on my hands.

If she was dazed by my attack she didn't show it, "So you wish to match me in combat, child? So be it! Let's see if you can withstand the might of the Amazons!" Her head came rushing towards mine once more, and once more was I left seeing stars.

I was over my head, I knew that, it was clear as day, but something deep inside me stirred. If I backed out of this, I had a feeling I wouldn't have been able to live with myself. Even if this existence was a flawed fake, I still had standards. Call it pride or a sense of competition, I refused to back down.

"Oh, yeah?!" I yelled as I reared my head back, resolve as clear as day, "I'll make you eat those words!"

Then everything was covered in black.

"...is he?"

"...gave an alias."

"...no older than…"

"...fought like you…"

"...curious as well…"

I heard multiple voices when I started to come around. I felt the sand beneath me, so we were still on the beach. But on that note, my mood took a dive. My own attack had caused me to black out. One head butt and I was out like a goddamn light switch. God, it was fucking embarrassing.

I'd never be able to catch up to her at this rate.

Against my better judgment, I gave out a soft sigh, notifying my captors that was awake. All of the League was still here, more than likely just having finished off any stragglers. The collar was still on my neck so I guess that meant they chose not to remove it. Bummer really, I had at least hoped they would remove it. But we can't have our cake and eat it I suppose. They did however remove my mask, allowing my features to be exposed to the world

My was sitting with both of my legs crossed and my arms tied behind my back. The Lasso Of Truth, trailed from Wonder Woman's arms to my back, so I pretty much had a solid idea of where this was going. However, much to my surprise, instead of Batman or Wonder Woman walking up, it was Superman.

Strange. He looked...kind of young. Younger than the Man of Steel should've been in any case.

"Listen, son," He knelt down in front of me and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, "This can either go one of two ways, both choices are up to you. You can either cooperate and let us know what we want to know and get a reduced sentence in jail or don't and spend up the rest of your childhood in Belle Reve."

I just nodded, there wasn't much for me to say, and my original reaction would leave me in an undesirable position. Superman gave me a smile and nodded towards Batman, "My friend here is going to ask you a few questions, then you'll be on your way."

Batman didn't waste anytime, "Who are you and what was your mission."

The lasso glowed a bright gold, and forced me to tell the truth, "I am Project War, created by Cadmus' cloning technology to combat the growing Metahuman threat. My mission was to stall Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Hawkman, and Hawkwoman for a decent amount of time until my handler said otherwise."

All the leaguers looked at each other, their eyes wary at the implications of me being clone meant. Superman himself looked uneasy, a far contrast to what he was earlier. Having heard about my fight and my abilities, he had a feeling I was his…

"What mission did Cadmus give you? What was the purpose Cadmus gave you?" Batman asked as his eyes narrowed into a glare, "What is Project War?"

The lasso glowed once more and I was forced to spell out the entirety of my short existence. The reason why I was created. "My mission is that of a contingency plan. Should the Justice League go rogue or somehow stand against humanity my purpose is to match and destroy all of you."

They each took that in. A soft silence covered the beach, though it was Wonder Woman who broke that silence, "That's absurd! They assumed that we would go against the very people we have sworn to protect?! That one of us would fall to the side of the villains?!"

The lasso burned, forcing me to let out the truth, "Come on, you can't be serious can you? Do you have any idea how much power all of you possess?!" I asked in incredulity as the truth was forced from my mouth, "Standing in front of me is a literal god, an Amazon with decades of fighting experience, two space officers with rings that can make anything, living nuclear energy, a man that can make anything happen just by speaking backwards, and a man that moves faster than the speed of light!"

I looked at each of them, "Who the fuck in their right mind wouldn't be scared of you?" I asked, though I knew no answer would come. Deep down, they knew I was right. Hell, Batman agreed with me! Though no one else in the league knew that, or needed to know that.

"Enough," Batman broke the silence this time, choosing to focus on the original line of questioning, "What is Project War?"

Once again I felt the burning sensation of the lasso, compelling me to tell the truth, "Project War is the latest creation of Cadmus. It was clear ever since the Justice League first formed that the American government would have no hope of combating them if they ever decided to go dark," I lowered my eyes, knowing what was coming up next, "They couldn't search for more metas to combat you all, since anyone they would get would either be uncontrollable or be unwilling to go against you, either out of hero worship or fear."

A look of comprehension slowly started to dawn on everyone there, nonetheless I continued to speak, "So if they couldn't find anyone controllable, then they would just make someone controllable."

I looked directly into my original's eyes, taking in the whirl of emotions that shone through her widened eyes, "That is what I am. Project War; Clone of Wonder Woman, made to match, surpass, and eventually replace her should she ever turn from the light."

Everything went silent. As a majority of eyes went towards Wonder Woman. Whose face was frozen in shock and disbelief. She dropped the lasso in her shock as she really stared at me

"But...you're a dude…" Flash stated with a raised finger. Everybody then turned to him and gave him a look, which he immediately responded with, "What?! Don't act like you guys weren't thinking the same thing!"

"Yeah, but at least have some tact," Green Lantern(the Caucasian one) sighed with a shake of his head, "Sometimes I think you really are too fast for your own good. Learn to read the mood man."

Batman silenced both of them with a look before turning back to me, "So, Cadmus made you to kill and replace Wonder Woman? I find that unlikely, just as Flash had stated earlier, you are a male while she is a woman."

"Yeah, I'm not exactly sure what the plan was with me," I admitted with a nod of my head, "It wouldn't be far from impossible to assume that their cloning procedures are still brand new and that I'm just a beta run until a new model shows up," I shrugged without a care in the world, "At that point, I'm guessing they would just take all of my memories that deal with combat, implant it into the new clone and throw me away."

Some of the leaguers looked a little put out of my free admission of me being a disposable thing, "You can't possibly be okay with that, can you?" Wonder Woman whispered as she took a few steps forward. The look on her face was one that I couldn't place, nor would I be able too. After all, I've never had the displeasure of being cloned before.

I looked towards the woman who was essentially my mother and gave her a comforting smile, "Why wouldn't I be?" She looked as if someone had physically struck her, "I'm not like you, Wonder Woman. I have no family, no island paradise to call home, I'm no hero, I'm not even a real person!" I laughed and all of the heroes save Batman flinched, "I'm just a thing that'll no doubt be thrown in the trash once I've outlived my usefulness."

I stared in her eyes, her blue orbs filled with pity and another emotion I couldn't place, "My only solace in this short existence of mine is that I got the chance to meet you face to face, even if it was as enemies."

She looked at a loss for words, before she gathered herself and asked, "What is your name?"

The lasso glowed once again, "I already told you, my name is War." I looked at her in confusion, even as her face hardened once more. What was she about to do?

"I refuse to call my son such an ugly thing," She stated much to the shock of everyone there, including myself. I had expected her to not even acknowledge me. I had expected her to see me as a violation of all that she stood for.

I was wrong.

"Wonder Woman, are you sure about this?" Superman asked, his tone not even hiding his surprise, "What would the Amazons think? Would he even be allowed to step foot on the island?"

"It matters not Superman," She removed the lasso from around me as she walked towards me, "He is of my blood, he is the closest thing that I will probably ever have to a child." She knelt in front of me and put both of her hands on my collar, "It matters not if you were made to kill me, it matters not that you were not conceived normally…"

She broke the collar around my neck, her eyes soft in the sunlight and showing nothing but maternal love, "You said that you have no family, you were incorrect. Both of us are family, even if you don't agree with it. You don't have to be alone, my son. I will treat you as my son," For the first time since I laid eyes on her, her eyes allowed a small amount of weakness to slip through, "That is...if you will have me."

I looked down, I hadn't felt this type of love for so long. How long had it been since I last saw my mother? How long had I been dead and stuck inside that pod? How long had it been since I felt…?!

She wrapped her hands around me. She, she was giving me a hug, "You are a person. You are my son. You don't have to be alone anymore, you don't have to be treated like a lab rat anymore."

It. It had been so long since I heard that much care, "Lucas…" I whispered as my arms slowly started to encircle her as well.

"Hmm?"

"Lucas...I want to be called Lucas. Or Luc for short," I felt my eyes begin to water, I can't believe I almost forgot my name. The name my mother gave me…

She gave out a soft laugh, "Of course, my darling Luc. From this day forward you shall be known as Lucas Prince." She put a hand on my cheeks and began to wipe away my tears.

"My son, now and forever…"

A/N: Annnnd my muse got the better of me again. So here we have a SI in the form of Wonder Woman's clone, who surprise surprise greeted him with open arms, unlike someone who shan't be named. Not gonna lie, this is sort of inspired by Satire Swift's Assimilation, man can write good ass stories.

Anyway since Wonder Woman's son is basically a part of the main cast, she is going to have a more active role, which will drastically change canon. Something to look forward to, I guess. Also his nickname, Luc, is pronounced the same way Eve does in Lucifer. Just thought I'd let you guys know.