HELLO READER. I just wanted to introduce this story before you get back into it. (also I am adding this after some editing so it is a little different.

This takes place before and during season one of Young Justice. Robin and Danny are long lost, identical twins. Why? Cause I like the AU and I wanna try and think of a way to make it work that works as logically as it can. And I am not sure if I am going to add a ship or not. I don't want to change the show's plotline too much, ya know. But as you read and I hopefully update let me know who you want me to introduce or even ship Danny with later on in the series. (possibly the second book if I write one. idk)


A loud scream tore through the room as electricity shook his body and blood spilled from his mouth. It felt like he'd tear his own limbs away if he pulled any harder to free himself. His screams did nothing to ease the pain the coursed through his body and left him dazed and twitching. His head fell limp as he tried to catch his breath and sweat soaking his overgrown bangs and brow.

"Its durability truly is astounding. None of our other subjects could hold their physical forms this long." He could hear from the other side of the protective glass, but it was muffled by the ringing in his ear.

"It still screams like it can feel pain," Another voice said. Disgust seeping through his voice.

"It's possible it does sir. It is not genetically a full ghost. We could be completely wrong about its physiology."

"I'd like to perform more tests to check. Compare another sample of it's DNA. It could have evolved in some way."

"Yeah, whatever, do whatever later doc. We have other things on today's agenda."

"Right right. Release it and return it to its containment cell." The scientists said.

Danny felt the air hit his face as he was released and fell from the machine. His bones pushed against his sore flesh when he hit the floor. He groaned in pain and pulled his arms up to push himself onto his hands and knees. He heaved for air from the screaming but tried to stop because every breath he sucked into his protesting lungs made his raw throat sting and feel like dry sandpaper, almost causing him to cough up some of his blood which already stained the floor in its dark red spotted with green, which turned to a brown-greyish mass as it dried.

He did little to resist when the goons pulled his arms up and he was pulled up and had his arms secured behind his back, the cuffs locking around his bruised wrists. He was hauled up by his armpits and dragged out of the testing room. He stumbled over his feet while the HAZMAT clad men escorted took him to the small white room he had grown accustomed to, all the while complaining about having to pull his unmoving form. He was pushed forward into the cell, unable to keep his balance. He didn't try to get up from the cold white floor.

The cuffs were removed and his arms limply slid off his back and onto the floor. He was tired and his body was not objecting to passing out on the cold floor, right then and there. He closed his eyes as the doors slid closed and the room dimmed to nothing more than a glow from the walls, something meant to keep his powers in check. He was too tired to think so he shut down, entering a state between wakefulness sleep, a limbo for those depleted of their energy.

The familiar of a food tray sliding in before hitting his foot was what pulled him out of his previous condition, as he became aware of his surroundings again. He shot up and lunged for the metal canteen of water to gulp down as much as he could without coming up for air. Water dribbled down his chin and he was able to breathe normally again and allowed himself to relax. He drank slower and ate the bowl of mush and bread on the metal tray.

When he was done, he pushed everything to the side and stood up before stretching his sore muscles and popping bones. He pushed himself up and then down onto his hands and toes. He glared at the wall opposite of him and began to do push-ups, counting in his head till the numbers were drowned out by plans of escape and the memories of how he got to this place.

He was running through the tall woods of the area, the sound of helicopters, dirt bikes and shouting making his feet move so fast he could barely keep up with them. With the ease of trained muscles, he pulled himself up and into a tree where he hid in the leaves He hid spent hours hidden in the tree, not making a sound, moving from tree to tree from time to time until the sun began to peak from over the horizon, and he thought it safe to leave the woods and find his family After leaving the woods it wasn't long before he was captured. He fell into a trap, not noticing the machines that would lead to his demise. He screamed and cried when the men restrained him and hauled his small, nine-year-old body into a dark truck.

He woke up the next day with little hope. If this plan didn't work, he'd be stuck here forever. Sitting up quickly from the uncomfortable cot in the room he lifted the mattress. He felt around under it until he felt the cut material where he stuffed his 'help' away. Danny pulled out a small device. A signal blocker. Nothing he couldn't pocket off the passing supply cart. He grinned and placed the small device in his shoe before letting the mattress fall back and lay back down, waiting for the goons to pick him up for the day's tests.

Weapon testing.

The time came and he was taken to the platform, that would take him to the big, open, white room. As the platform rose and clicked into place inside the floor, he looked around the room. Everything in the Ward was connected to one system that was powered by four generators. The generators powered the ghost shield around the Ward.

He was going to use the signal blocker on the cameras. The defense systems are alerted any time suspicious activity is detected. When he broke free from the guards as they took him back to his cell, the cameras won't notice anything out of the ordinary and alert the systems, and the dumbass watching the screens would be asleep as always so nothing would be noticed. The blocker would work so long as it wasn't removed from the system. But it won't take long for someone to notice that two men are down and they haven't gotten word the subject was secured and it's a four-minute walk to the elevator, then a three-minute elevator ride, then four more minutes till his cell.

This gave him some time to get to the supply vault and pull what he needed and out before the ghost shield was activated. If all went according to plan, he'd have eleven minutes to get out of this place for good.

**LATER**

Danny didn't act out of the ordinary that morning. He fought against the guards, tried to break free, scowled at the agent in charge, and tried to attack him.

When the time came, masked by machine smoke he did not hesitate. He grabbed the laser beam by the base and pulled. It croaked as metal tore from the wall.

When it came free he stumbled backward and let the hunk of metal fall to the ground with a crash. He stared at the circuit boards for a second before grabbing onto it and prying it out as fast as he could. He pulled the wires out of it and grabbed the signal blocker. He connected the wires to the device and connected them to the power wire through a remote control panel.

With the way everything is built. The weapons testing room is almost directly connected to one of the power generators through large sets of wires and to the laser beams. He placed the circuit board back before the smoke cleared.

Danny flew to the top of the room and went around, taking out every camera as he went. He had to get out of this room. So when the guards entered the room, he did nothing to resist the harsh pulling of his arms behind his back. He was walked out and everything seemed to go in slow motion as he made eye contact with the agent in charge. He knew more about the agent then he did himself.

That memory flashed before his eyes, the day he saw a real monster for the first time.

He woke up in a small room. He was sweating and his bones ached, his head spun like the nothing he could remember ever feeling.

He pushed himself up on the lumpy mattress and looked around the room. There were no windows or a door as far as he could tell. It looked like a prison cell from those crime shows he snuck around to watch after bedtime.

He jumped and scrambled against the wall, he tried to scream but his voice came out as almost nothing but air and dry sobs. He pushed himself as far back against the wall as he could while his eyes welled up with more tears. He whimpered while heavy footsteps entered the small room.

The man crouched and moved his head until he met Danny's eyes. Danny kept his gaze, his lips quivering at the stare.

The man removed his glasses to reveal a face he'd never forget. The man offered a kind smile.

"My name is Malcolm Montanari, and I run this place. Your new home." He spoke in a rather happy voice, but his smile dropped when Danny responded with a whimper. His small hands balling into fists at his sides till his knuckles turned white.

"I bet you're wondering why you're here Danny," Malcolm said, glancing around the small room.

"Ya see kiddo, you're not human but I bet you already knew that." He said pointing a finger at Danny. The finger was decorated with a thick silver ring. Malcolm continued to speak.

"In fact kiddo. You are a rare kind of not human. You are what we call a halfa." He smirked and stood up placing his glasses back on. He looked down at Danny over the glasses.

"It means you're half dead kid."

In the seconds that the memory flashed, Malcolm smirked at Danny, his beady eyes staring at him with psychotic mischief and Danny glared with so much fire in his eyes, hellfire would be like a sunny day's gaze.

Once he and the two guards were at the elevator, Danny jumped and swung his arms under his legs. Before the guards could hit him with some anti-ghost weapons. He elbowed the one on his right. He went tumbling back, clutching his stomach. Danny spun around and brought a solid tornado kick to the other's head.

The first goon he hit recovered and charged. Danny charged at him as well. Grabbing the bigger man by the collar or his white suit and placing his other hand flat on the man's chest best he could with cuffs on. It wasn't the best flip, but it would have to do because he had to go now. Quickly he searched the goons for the keys to the cuffs and when he found them. He set the keys down before chucking the two into the elevator and pressing the lowest level on the board. He jumped out of the elevator as it closed and messed with the ring of keys till he got the right one and unlocked the cuffs. The cuffs dropped but he kept the keys on him. He lifted off the ground and smirked as he rubbed his wrist and his feet turned into a wispy tail.

He was almost to the supply unit when the alarms went off.

'Not according to plan!'

He panicked but kept going. If he had any pride, he prided himself on his ability to adapt and survive. He didn't slow down when the weapons room door didn't open at the motion. He just went right through it. Skidding into a landing and looking around he quickly grabbed one of the backpacks used for hunting and raced through the aisles, grabbing the items on his mental list. The items were an assortment of gadgets and weapons. He packed them into the backpack along with a first aid kit he found. He zipped up the bag and lugged it over his shoulders and flew out.

He flew through the memorized corridors from past escape attempts. He was just a few hallways away from the storage unit when a cart caught his eyes. He stopped and flew back, looking at it. It was full of folders, all labeled something different. 'Blue Prints, Maps, Schedules, Employees.' The same number at the end of each. Danny grabbed Blue Prints and Maps. Taking a guess that they would come in handy he stuffed them in his backpack to fit. They were folded in half and bent but they fit. He re-zipped the bag and flew off again.

He was just outside the door when he heard the sound of people talking outside the door. He landed and looked around. The halls were completely empty, no one had been chasing him after the alarms went off, he was completely alone.

'They're waiting for me.'

A few seconds after he realized what was going on a loud booming voice came through the door.

"SPECIMEN 0874, THE Ward IS SURROUNDED." A loud voice came through from the speakers. Then another voice came through.

"Come on kid, just give up. You're never getting out of this place." Malcolm said from the speakers. Danny let out a low growl and glared, looking for any way out. He looked up at the camera that was pointed directly at him. He raised his hands and blasted it to smithereens.

He couldn't go right out, they'd be aiming right at him. He looked up again and started for a moment. Praying to whoever was listening that he wasn't about to have this idea.

'Never know unless you try.'

There is one floor above him. They might have a ghost shield up, but it only affected ghosts. With ease he shot up, going to the ceilings and he was outside.

He stopped before he hit the ghost shield and looked around. Thought everything was green-tinted he could tell it was dark out by the stars. It almost brought a tear to his eye but then he noticed the armed guards on the ground and the chasers hovering around him, pilots ready to attack and apprehend. He took a breath and hoped this would work.

He flew up and timed the transformation perfectly. He was going to commence the transformation, then commence it again. So he'd be human to get through the portal, but ghost as he left it.

Surprisingly it worked faster then he thought because he was shooting into the air within seconds, so where blasts from the chasers and groundsmen. The weapons only hurt ghosts, when in contact with humans it was nothing more than goo. He transformed mid-air and let gravity do its thing and bring him down. He aimed for one on the grounds shooters to catch his fall, even after being in his ghost form for so long, he knew his human form wouldn't stand a fall this high without something to catch him.

With a loud thud and roll, he was on the ground in something other than his jumpsuit. Pale jeans, sneakers, a white T-shirt. He could fight in this. He looked up and he was surrounded by guards and the chasers.

"GET IT!" The same voice from earlier shouted. Danny smirked. He may not be able to use his powers to their full extent in human form, but he doesn't always need them.

The first to make it to him was his launch pad after a fist catch and punch to the gut, then went crumbling to the ground. Danny jumped on him and off, landing on the head of another agent. Hard. He pushed off the agent's head, who shouted in pain, and kicked him in the chin with his foot. Effectively making him back away in pain. The same agent glared at Danny and pulled a handgun. Aiming at Danny, the poor fool didn't even pull the trigger before he was blasted into more oncoming agents. he almost fell forward but caught himself as another agent jumped on him and put him into a headlock. Another agent came at him and attempted to punch him in the gut but Danny kicked him away before he made it and used his elbow to knock the guy off him before bringing a solid kick to his face.

The other agent from before attempted to attack again but Danny flipped over him and kicked him in the knee taking him down.

He caught the next five with mild ease, doing a back handspring to put some distance between himself and the agents. He was breathing heavily due to the lack of use of his human form. He wasn't used to being this solid.

He heard the charge-up of a blaster and couldn't move fast enough so he blocked the blast with his arms. A force of habit. He wasn't used to the cold feeling of the goo instead of the burning of the blast. Danny lowered his arms and stared at the goo for a moment before shaking it off and expertly aiming at the barrel of the blaster, it went boom in the agent's hands.

"Come on kid, just give up. There is just no way you're getting out of here." Malcolm said, stepping forward, behind Danny.

Danny turned around quickly, bringing his hands up in a defensive position, covering his face. He glared at the man across from him through his long hair and arms.

"I'm getting out of here even if I have to kill everyone here!" Danny growled. His eyes flashed a toxic green behind his hair, they were filled with determination and intent. Malcolm looked up above his glasses with his beady eyes and an evil smirk came to his face before he let it fall into a lazy smile.

"I'm quivering in my boots," Malcolm said sarcastically. "Kid, where are you going to go once you leave this place. You'll be hunted by the government, you'll never be safe out there in the real world. Who's gonna accept something like you? You are supposed to be dead, and if you somehow make your way to the ghost zone, the things there won't accept you as one of your own, you're half-human. Laughable really. No matter where you go, you will never be accepted." Malcolm taunted and pushed his bottom lip out in a fake pout. "Why don't you just return what you stole and we'll let this all-" He was interrupted.

Danny bolted forward and drew his arm back and knocked the bastard right in the nose. Malcolm went backward and fell to the ground, his sunglasses crooked and his nose bleeding heavily. Danny stood over Malcolm for a moment, his eyes a deadly toxic green with a dangerous glow. He placed a foot on Malcolm's chest and went intangible, taking Malcolm with him. Malcolm was left with half of his body in the ground.

Danny transformed as more agents came out of the building and quickly brought down the four chasers by throwing one into another, busting an engine, and tossing another into a Ward. Which caused a small explosion on the west side. Probably taking out a supply drop area. Before any of the ground agents could get a lockdown on him with their blasters he went invisible and flew higher and higher till he could see the entire area for what it was.

He was surrounded by a forest. The Ward was in a large clearing, and one road led out, it was dirt. He had no other choice than to book it in one direction. He left it to his gut and flew in the direction that felt best. He had no idea which way he was going but he didn't care. So long as he wasn't caught again, he could be anywhere.

He stared forward, continuously blinking his eyes, not used to them getting dry so quickly. He was going full speed. Doing his best to keep his limbs close to his body, but it didn't last long. Soon enough he was flailing, unable to keep his balance with the wind pushing against him and going at full speed.

His eyes narrowed when he spotted a black dot in front of his and quickly approaching. He couldn't stop so he ended up kissing bird beak and almost falling to his doom before he caught himself. The bird squawked as it fell but Danny watched it regain his balance and fly away. He watched it bat it's wings a few times before gliding. He thought for a moment, but his thoughts were interrupted by a flock of birds following their leader and engulfing Danny. He used his arms to protect himself and swat the birds away.

He looked at his arms. They were slightly scratched but he moved his eyes to his hands, then looked back at the fleeing birds. He brought his limbs close and boosted ff at full power, but didn't keep the gas going. He let himself glid. Like the birds. He kept going in short but powerful boosts of power and gliding. Getting the hang of actually flying.

He boosted off again and as he went through the air he watched the ground below him. He saw houses and lights, tall buildings, and areas of land but he kept going with no intention of stopping till he had to and hopefully by then, somewhere safe.


Hi, yes. I have decided to merge the first two chapters. I've also done a bit of editing and adding. I don't have a beta reader currently so I'm on my own and it's taking a while, But I do hope you enjoy what I have in store for this fanfiction. Also on the lookout for a beta reader or people who I can talk to about the story and don't mind being texted at 3 am with an idea. Anyways hoped you enjoyed. Leave a comment on what you thought of the new chapter. Comments give me motivation, the longer the comment the more motivation for writing. I love hearing theories and ideas you all have on the story and how you think things are going to play out so share those ideas with me. REALLY PLEASE

The chapters will get longer as the story gets on hopefully.

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