This will be a slow-paced story. As in, I'll be taking my time! It's going to take a while before we get into anything plot-related to Young Justice. o( _ _ *)o

Fair Warning: This story will contain D̶͉͒a̴̧̪̳̔̊͗r̸͉͓͊̂k̶̢̔͌ ̵̠͑̽T̷̯͖̒͋͜h̶͚͇͈͘ẹ̸̮͖͒m̶͍͈̾e̸͕̙̱͑̓s̸͖͇̥̀, Mood Swings, Implied/Referenced Mind Control, Misunderstandings, and Swearing/Somewhat Crude Language.

Enjoy! (• ω •)ﾉ

Chapter 1: Thoughts All Alone.

I can't see shit.

Seriously, what the fuck? Who switched off the lights?

Maybe I should've been alarmed about more urgent matters—my body being unable to move for one—but all I felt about the situation at hand was mild annoyance.

I mean, it's not like I could see anything before. I don't even recall how I arrived here in the first place.

All I knew was that when I regained my senses, there had been a red light greeting me. It was blinding. That light had made me tired over time, and I had been starting to dislike the color red…

Never mind, I'm fucking glad it's gone. Red is an outstanding color and shouldn't be hated. Still, a warning would have been nice.

Now the sole thing I encountered in my surroundings was a never-ending nothingness. An unmovable, lonesome, and empty space to be trapped in.

A world of darkness.

Great... Just great.

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"Hello?" My 'voice' echoed, but nothing responded.

It was worth a shot.

I was in an odd place. Even though I couldn't open my mouth, I noticed I could 'speak' here, as if I was thinking out loud inside my mind.

The same phenomenon occurred when I began to 'hear' strange commotions after the red lights vanished. It wasn't coming from me though, they came from what I call the 'Outside.'

It reminded me of the days when people got struck down by a deadly epidemic that caged the world. Everyone left to gaze out of their homes, wishing and yearning to go back to where they belonged.

To return to the outside.

It fits with the place I found myself in.

I blacked out the first time I attempted to distinguish between the cacophony of noises that boomed from the Outside.

Not my finest moment. I wasn't ready to handle all the residue the noises had produced.

It took me a long time to adjust to its volume and frequency, and I almost cheered in joy when I didn't receive any after-effects. Then that joy turned into embarrassment when I discovered they weren't random noises, but rather, they were voices.

They spoke about a lot of things, most of which would fly over my head. They constantly sounded frustrated, but I didn't understand why. I assume they tried to do something, but weren't so successful judging from the shouting and apologizing they'd regularly do.

I detected 2 voices that were more prevalent than the rest.

One belonged to a woman. She'd be the one appeasing everyone when things become too intense. She has saved my ears from hearing those dreadful arguments, and for that, she gets the honor of being designated as 'Favorite Person'.

The other one was distinct. It was too deep for it to belong to a woman, and he always seemed to be in a bad mood. I have dubbed him as 'Jerkface'.

I'm sorry if I offended you, Jerkface, but you sound kind of bossy, and treating Favorite Person as if she were always at fault… Well, it doesn't help your reputation, buddy. Even now, I could pick up Jerkface nagging and berating Favorite Person and the rest. He was one reason why I sometimes preferred staying cooped up in my darkness.

I still wanted to leave, though; listening to these people made me exhausted. The only time where I'd get a change of pace was during the middle of the day.

(Time is somewhat janky here. Has it really been a day?

How long have I been trapped in here?)

Garbled sounds would emerge after the people had ceased their bickering. For the life of me, I couldn't make heads or tails of what those sounds were. What I did know was that there were a lot of them.

I sensed a sort of camaraderie with them.

… I am not lonely. Definitely not.

I was only inside an unknown space with no exit in sight. No biggie. Thank the heavens I wasn't claustrophobic otherwise, I'd be in a total panic right now.

I tried moving, but it was just so tiring. My body would just not budge! I couldn't even lift my fucking pinky, for goodness' sake! The only thing I could do was use my slightly enhanced hearing to entertain myself.

My head would feel fuzzy trying to accommodate everything, but if I tried hard enough, I'd manage to glimpse the words they'd use.

"-do you think they'll give us the day off-" Ah, the life of an unpaid intern.

"No. I don't want to hear your excuses-" Oooooo, someone was getting scolded.

"-pineapple on pizza tastes amazing, you uncultured-" No comment.

"The procedure was a success-" Looks like Favorite Person made progress with whatever she had been working on.

"-the bathroom is inoperable at this-" That person better not fart.

"-so she broke up with you. There are other fish-" Poor guy. He got dumped.

Not gonna lie, it was kind of freaky. I felt uncomfortable hearing stuff that I presumed to be private information. But oh, there were those glorious moments that made it all worth it.

For example, did you know that Jerkface only has 1 ball?

Pffffffffff.

Ahem. Sorry about that. I couldn't contain myself...

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HAHAHAHAHAHA-

I may have lost it that day. My stomach would've been hurting by how hard I laughed on the inside.

With these ears, I can now call myself a true connoisseur in the arts of gossiping.

To be fair, I don't hear everything. There's a certain part of the Outside I can't seem to reach. It's like I was hitting a wall and no matter how hard I tried to climb over it, something always stopped me from doing so, as if impending me from discovering something I shouldn't.

All I knew was that something was going on around here, and I intended to find out exactly what that was. It could be my key out of this place.

For now, I'll just have to resign myself and listen to these conversations like some kind of stalker. Waiting here for something, anything else to happen.

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SI be like:

SI: Should I try to leave?

*Pulls out a Dolores and hears juicy gossip.*

SI: ...

SI: On second thought, maybe staying here isn't such a bad idea...

A/N

I'm scared of posting anything on this site, but I have to do this. (つω-｡)

Anyway, our SI is stuck until she finds a way out of this place. It's not like she knows right now she's in another world. Even if she did, she knows little about the DC Universe in general.

Will mostly follow canon… I think. You'll see what I mean as the story progresses. (｡•̀ᴗ-)