The Fabled Wolf and The Mundy Heroes

by The1whoknox

He was given a job to do. His parents put their time in. Now, it was his turn. He is given a job that is important to his people. When he is placed on a team, he didn't expect to be on; he must find a way to complete his mission without blowing his cover. He always remembers the words of his father "You may be a human sometimes, you might become a hero, but you are always a wolf."

3. Chapter 3: Tale of Brotherly Love

The Fabled Wolf and the Mundy Heroes

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my OC. Everything else nope, if I did, there would have been some changes.

Young Justice/Fables Comics

"Hi there" normal Speech

'Hi there' Internal thought

"Listen well, team." Monster voice or Electrical voice.

The Grimm Tales. Titles of Books, Names on Signs, Dates, Locations.

An: Hey, everyone! Thanks for the more like and reviews after the second chapter. This chapter will be my own litter adventure I came up with. Sorry for the late update. It took me a while to come up with a decent original story. I want to thank everyone for writing something, and I want to write something back.

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Chapter 3: Tale of Brotherly Love

Gotham City August 27th, 06:17 EDT

Gotham City was one of the most dangerous cities in the world. The crime rate was high, home to many villains and underground crime syndicates. Right now, in the warehouse district, under a freeway overpass was an unimpressive rundown warehouse. There were many like it throughout Gotham, but this one was housing something interesting inside. Inside, the sounds of battle could be heard.

The Team was scattered about covered in a mixture of mud and clay. Superboy was sprawled up in the rafters with Miss Martian unconscious and dirty. Wally, Artemis, and Robin were sprawled on the ground, unconscious as well pinned to the ground in hardened clay. Stuck in a hardened ball of clay was Fenrir with clay plastered over his mouth as he struggled to break free. Aqualad was then struck so hard he skipped across the ground and was stopped by the impact his back made on the metal wall of the warehouse. The impact caused the metal wall to cave in. Aqualad slid down from the impact sight. Walking towards him was a hulking, congealed, mess of clay. This was a villain from Batman's Rogues Gallery, Matthew Hagen, one of the villains that used the moniker Clayface. Clayface chuckled as he lumbered towards the downed Atlantean. The other members of the Team were spread out on the ground, having been knocked around themselves.

Aqualad weakly looked up at Clayface as his left hand formed into a spiked hammer. Clayface raised his spiked hand to end the young Atlantean. Suddenly the glass ceiling windows shattered. Within the debris of falling broken glass was Batman, who threw two batarangs at the monster. Clayface rose his arm up to cover his face. The batarangs went into his arm, causing Clayface to smirk. The smirk was quickly replaced by a scowl as the batarangs exploded inside his arm. While Clayface was not injured, it was not pleasant to lose a limb. As the smoke cleared from the explosion, he sent a blind punch at Batman. His fist impacting the ground, making a wet splashing sound.

Batman leapt back and dug into his utility belt while crouching down. Batman pulls out a small taser. Batman pulled the trigger, and the prongs of the taser shot out, attaching to Clayface's chest. The electricity discharged from the prongs into the monster made of clay. The electricity inflicted pain on Clayface, he let out a roar that turned into a scream. Slowly the man could not keep his form from dissolving little by little into a large puddle.

Batman stood up and looked around the room at the Team, who were all incapacitated. He narrows his eyes quickly before looking at the ball of clay that surrounds Fenrir and then at Aqualad. Suddenly the warehouse disappears and reveals that the Team was using the holo-computer to run a training simulation back in Mount Justice. In his usual tone, Batman gave instructions to members of the Team, "I need to talk to Aqualad and Fenrir. The rest of you…hit the shower and head home," Everyone was in rough shape after the failed exercise, there were no complaints.

Instantly Superboy was up on his feet and marching past Batman but not before speaking his displeasure, "Head home? I am home," reminding Batman that he never leaves the Cave.

As Fenrir and Aqualad were standing to wait for Batman to talk to them, Robin stood by their side. Batman quickly dismissed his young ward "Just those two," Robin and Aqualad gave each other a confused look. Robin then did as his mentor instructed, not showing any displeasure. However, before he left for the Zeta Tube, he glanced back one last time at the duo.

Fenrir wanting to get this over with asked about the elephant in the room, "What is the about Bats?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

In an instant, Batman voiced his displeasure about what went wrong, "Why did you go off on your own?" Batman wanted to gauge the mystery member of the Team. The boy had come a long way, but Batman knew he was still keeping secrets. The report he was given by Aqualad about Fenrir knowing Jeet Kune Do and being able to conjure incredible gusts of wind from his lungs from was astonishing. Still, at the same time, it confirmed Batman's suspicions.

Fenrir quickly grabbed a cigarette from a pack in his pocket. As he lit it and inhaled, he answered Batman, "The plan sucked. I did what I thought was a better plan," he finished his statement exhaling a cloud of smoke.

Batman wasn't amused as he glared harder at the teen "By going by yourself?" it was more a statement than a question. Fenrir stared back at Batman, matching the glare.

Fenrir fired back at the bat-themed hero. "Works wonders for you," the off-handed comment caused Batman to glare.

Aqualad had seen Fenrir do many incredible things and the act of standing his ground against the legendary Batman. Batman who made criminals with body counts higher than buildings shake in their boots. While Aqualad, the leader of the Team, could not keep eye contact when the man was scowling. Batman walked forward, and Fenrir squared himself. Aqualad could see another argument begin, so he interrupted. Aqualad stood between the two, "Please, I know the team did not perform well today, but do not blame Fenrir for…"

Batman interrupted Kaldur giving his assessment of how the Team did in the simulation, "The Team performed adequately. The problem was you. You let a member go off on their own. As leader, you are responsible for all their lives. Your head wasn't in the game." He paused, letting that sink into the young Atlantean.

Aqualad quickly answered back, his mouth answering before he could think, "No! You are…" but after thinking for a moment or two, he lets out a heavy sigh and finishes "…correct," Batman continued to stare, not showing any change in emotion.

Fenrir took the cigarette out of his mouth and tapped the ash off it, "Gills don't beat yourself up. You had an off day, it happens to the best of us," he counseled his team leader.

Batman then stepped in, "One lapse of focus could mean the death of a teammate," his words echoing between the two. Batman remembered all the times when he first started out and how he had nearly been killed.

Aqualad gave a nod of appreciation to Fenrir. While he appreciated the kind words, he had to take Batman's words to heart. If he was going to be a leader, he needed to a clear mind, "Of late I am not even convinced I belong on the surface world. For so many years, it filled my every thought. But now that I am here, my dreams are all Atlantis," Kaldur was very grateful to his King for giving him the opportunity to be Aqualad. This opportunity also came with its burdens. He was constantly needed for his duties on the surface, and he was rarely back in Atlantis. It was hard for the young man to rarely be home.

"Atlantis? Or someone you left behind?" Batman pressed, knowing full well what distracted young men despite their species.

Fenrir interjected, trying to ease the leader's conscious, "Get off his case, Batman. It's just training. Everyone is allowed an off day," Fenrir dismissed Batman's worries. He took another drag from the cigarette.

Batman again focused on the newest addition to the Team. Everything Batman said was challenged by the teen. No more, he was done with kid gloves. He would fall in line like the others or be placed somewhere he could contain, "That attitude has no place here. Being too lax will get you killed," Batman was getting tired of fighting with the young man. Why couldn't he be like the others? Even Miss Martian was following suit like the others, and she was never trained like the other member of the Team had been.

Fenrir wasn't afraid, his father was scarier, and even then, the old wolf never made him back down only his mother ever did, "They are going to have a tough time then," he sneered

"If you are going to stay, you need to be a better soldier," Batman said as he glared. Now it was time for the ultimatum, "If not, you will be confined somewhere where the League can keep an eye on you," Batman leveled his stare right into Fenrir, who then spit the half-smoked cigarette. He stomped it out with the heel of his boot.

Fenrir then told Batman what his feelings were about this, "I didn't ask to be apart of this little gang of yours." He swooped his one hand around the Cave, "I didn't ask to be stuck in this hellhole either," Fenrir continued to play the angry teen to keep up appearances. He remembered an old trick from one of his best teachers taught him. Stack the deck to the point where you get all the aces. It was time to stack the deck, "I was doing just fine on my own till you came along and stuck me here," He let out a snarl at the end of the sentence, "Besides, didn't you say you would help find where I came from?" Batman didn't respond as Fenrir's glare deepened. He had the deck stacked, now it was time to deal the cards. Fenrir stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes lightly glowing amber, "Thought so. I don't see why I should stay here?" he sneered before starting to walk away.

Aqualad was about reprimand the newest teammate. However, Batman beat him to it. Batman grabbed the teen's shoulder, causing the teen to look over his shoulder, "We are not done here," it was a mistake.

Fenrir whipped around and violently swatted the hand off his shoulder. Fenrir let out a roar and got low into fighting stance, his claws appeared out his nails. Batman dropped into a fighting stance, ready for a confrontation. Batman was not about to take any chances with Fenrir. The boy was dangerous, and the unknown aspects of his powers were not be taken lightly. Fenrir let out a warning growl, and his piercing eyes stared daggers at Batman, "You are not my father! You don't get to tell me when we are done talking!" he said in a low, steady voice. He played his hand full of aces. He left in a huff.

Batman continued to keep watching the direction of Fenrir as he shoved his hand in his pockets and walked away. While Batman stared, he contemplated whether he had made a mistake in bringing Fenrir to the Team. It was too late to reconsider this; however, Fenrir had been in their base, exposed to critical information, and Fenrir knew the secret identities of the Team. He looked over at Aqualad, wanting to give an ultimatum to the young Atlantean, "You can split your time between the surface and the sea, but not your mind. Either you're here one hundred percent, or you need to walk away. Make a decision Kaldur and make it soon." Batman then left for Gotham through the Zeta Tube to Gotham. He would see if he could find a lead for Fenrir.

Aqualad watched the bat-themed hero leave the Cave, he went to catch up with Fenrir. By the time he caught up, Fenrir was in the men's side of the shower, starting to strip himself of his shirt and jacket. Aqualad walked up to him and, in a sharp tone, told Fenrir, "I do not know what deal you have with Batman. However, what you did in there was foolish and rude," he stated. Not at all pleased with how the wolf boy acted.

Fenrir scuffed, "What me and the Bat agreed upon is my business. I am doing my end, and he is not doing his. I don't even know why I'm here," He continued as he grabbed a towel, "Worry about your problems, and I'll worry about mine." Fenrir kept the persona up, playing the lost teen with an unknown past, wanting to be a cold and distant person. It wasn't like they would remember him when his mission was done.

Aqualad narrowed his eyes, his usual calm and disciplined attitude were starting to crack. He stood face to face with Fenrir not backing down he would make his message, "You are apart of a team now. When you are apart of a team, you must learn to work and trust one another." Aqualad let the words sink as Fenrir continued to stare, "How can you do that with all the secrets you hold?" he finished and finally backed away.

Fenrir slipped a towel over his shoulder, "You see that's the funny part, I didn't ask to be here, and I don't trust you. The way I see it, I was doing fine on my own," he then leaves to take a shower. Kaldur groaned as he let into his frustration, not even Superboy, was as infuriating as the wolf boy. He would talk later when cooler heads prevailed. He needed to go home and see Tula.

As Fenrir's hearing picks up Aqualad leaving, he whispers out, "Alright Ghost come out. I know your there," the steam from the shower shimmered and moved around as he Ghost moved about.

His posh voice called out, "Good acting little brother. I must say you play being a dick rather well. Considering you were always father's and mother's little angel," Ghost shimmered around like a spirit.

Fenrir applied soap to his body as he talked, "What do you want Ghost?" his voice showing he was irritated.

Ghost playfully laughed, "Do I need a reason to visit my little brother on his big mission for Fabletown?" Ghost was a difficult person, ever since he was born, he was a zephyr. He was jealous of not having a body, it burned him that he was the only one that was entirely different out of his family. When Fenrir came along, he was furious the boy had a body. Not only that, but he was also the near image of their father.

Fenrir finished showering and was now walking to his room, "I have known you for too long Ghost. You didn't come here to see me. You want something from me," he kept his voice to not alert the others in the base. He did want to start answering questions about him talking to himself. He was lucky the Kryptonian hadn't detected Ghost. After a week of trying to get rid of his brother trying to get him to leave to not mess up his mission for Fabletown. Ghost comes and goes back periodically to make his mission harder. However, he made Ghost promise not to steal the air from the teen's lungs.

As the door to his room closed, Ghost declared, "You are going to help me with a little investment I made," his voice had lost all its playfulness.

Fenrir continued to get dressed in his usual attire as he listened to his brother, "What investment?" Ghost knew the rules of Fabletown. If he was working with Mundys outside a Fabletown mission, he could be thrown down the Witching Well. Fenrir had been told stories by his father about the Witching Well. How it was first a place to dispose of Fables who had died or had committed crimes against Fabletown. Then how it became his Uncle Flycatcher's new kingdom. Still, once someone was down there, and if they retained their body, there was no return. Unless his uncle took pity on them.

Then like a switch, the attitude of a child was back as he suddenly joyously said, "Where's the fun in that?" Fenrir felt his brother move around the room as he spoke.

Fenrir then tried a different approach, "What if I tell you to get lost?" Fenrir knew that.

Fenrir heard a hum come from his brother's direction like he was thinking, "Well, you have a point. I can't make you help. Oh well, time to go then," Fenrir finally finished getting dressed. For a moment, he could not feel his brother in the room. He thought for a moment Ghost was gone, but when he felt the air move around him, Ghost didn't leave. Ghost's voice came from right next to him, "But, before I go, I think I will take a snack for the road. That green girl looked delicious. I wonder how the air in Martian lungs will taste?" Ghost, while not having the body of a wolf, embodied the nature of a wolf. He was a predator, and the worse part, he was one that could not be seen.

Fenrir suddenly morphed into his semi-wolf stage as he was able to grab ahold of Ghost and then slammed his brother onto the dresser. He received a grunt from Ghost as he got close to where Ghost's head would be and growled out, "You leave them be!" Fenrir gripped tight to get his point across.

Ghost cough a couple of times as he wheezed out a laugh, "Come now, little brother, we both know you won't kill hurt me." Fenrir could see the grin on his brother's invisible face, "Father always taught us never turn against the pack. How disappointed he would be with you." Fenrir's now amber eyes narrowed for a second before he let up and reverted back to normal.

Fenrir was stuck within a bind. He knew Ghost would do as he said, his brother was, if anything, a wolf of his word. He let out a sigh as he said, "Fine, I'll help." He knew he was going to regret this decision.

Ghost, however, was ecstatic, "Wonderful! See, was that so hard?" he got a response in a form a snort from his brother. Ghost collected himself before saying, "Okay, we need to get to Philadelphia. When we get there head to the Hilton Hotel, my contact will meet us there," Ghost again was fluttered around the room as Fenrir went to pack a bag.

As he came out of his room with a cigarette in his mouth and backpack over his shoulder. Fenrir went out into the living room where Superboy was sitting on the couch watching static. While M'gann was looking to prepare something in the kitchen. He shrugged his shoulders as he continued to walk to the Zeta Tube. Superboy, however, took notice and asked from his spot, "Where you going?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He was surprised to see the teen out of his room.

Fenrir just glared and, in a sharp tone, replied, "Out." He wanted to get out of here before Ghost decided to take matters into his own hands and do something drastic.

M'gann was alerted the Fenrir's presence and called out, "We are supposed to ask for permission first," Fenrir just looked at like she was nuts. The girl was someone who tried to please every person. I was one of his quirks that he thought made her cute.

However, Fenrir was on a personal mission, "I'm tired of staying cooped up. I am getting out of here for a couple of hours," he rudely turned to walk away. M'gann flew over to stop him, while Superboy stood up. M'gann landed in his path, looking to dissuade him from going.

She gave an innocent smile and asked, "Why not just ask Red Tornado for permission to leave? I don't want you to get in trouble," Fenrir would have faltered on any other attempt to leave. The girl was nicest he had ever met since Bliss.

He gave an apprehensive step back almost swayed to listen to her. Suddenly the air shifted around him and felt the Ghost was now huddling around her. He was giving his brother a warning if he stopped. Fenrir hoped the girl would forgive him. Fenrir then marched forward and roughly shoved his way past her. M'gann stumbled from the force and fell to one knee.

Superboy rose from the couch and check on M'gann, "You okay?" She nodded, letting the Boy of Steel know she was okay. Superboy whirled around and saw Fenrir already on the Zeta Tube. He got up and was about to go after him as he yelled out, "Fenrir!" Superboy was going to demand answers in words or in blood.

Fenrir gave an arrogant smirk as he gave a two-finger salute, "See you later, pretty boy," and he was gone. Superboy leaped at the disappear wolf boy his arm raised to land a blow. He only ended up damaging the Zeta platform.

Philadelphia August 27th, 09:36 EDT

Fenrir found staring at a door to a bathroom stall. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. That little confrontation was a little bit too much. He opened it gingerly as his sense caught up to him. The place smelt clean, but the walls were littered with graffiti. He walked out and found himself at an old convenient store. The fridge doors had their glass shattered, and the shelves were bare. He walked, was able to get the door open, and walked out onto the street.

Fenrir looked around quickly to try and get his bearings. He took out his phone and started the map app. He was slightly startled when Ghost spoke up, "You know Fenrir. I misspoke. You play the villain really, really well." He had spoken directly next to Fenrir.

Fenrir had to admit he had somewhat forgotten about Ghost when he teleported. As he got the location, he started walking towards his destination. He could feel his brother hover around him as he walked. He ignored his brother on the "villain" remark.

Ghost had been obsessed with the ways of the Homeland. The place where all Fables are from. He had heard stories from all the Fables, especially those at the Farm. How it was a place, his kind could be themselves out in the open. He wanted a place where villains ran amok, and the heroes would swoop in saving the day. Well, until the Happily Ever After was over. Ghost for most of his life was never able to go out. He would be bits of clothing walking around without a body. It infuriated him. He wanted to be like his parents and siblings, be able to go out and interact with everyday people. He could be doing that in the Homeland.

Fenrir arrived at the Hilton Hotel. He had to admit the place looked like something right out a piece of literature. It was like looking at a part of history He then looked pulled out his phone and acted like he was talking on it, "What do I say when I go in?" he was talking to Ghost.

"Tell them you are Mr. Gray," He replied

"Mr. Gray?" Fenrir asked for clarification. He never heard his brother use that alias before.

"See when you go in," was all the clarification he got. Fenrir tossed his cigarette as he walked in.

As he went through the entrance, he immediately went over to the reception. He leaned on the counter as the lady behind the counter looked up at him, asking, "Checking in?" Her voice held some disbelief, mostly due to his age and his choice of clothing.

Fenrir nodded, telling the receptionist, "Yes, I have a reservation under Mr. Gray," He got a reaction he didn't expect.

Immediately the receptionist waved over a bellman. She began talking in a flustered and over-enthusiastic tone, "Mr. Gray! How about this man takes your bag up to your room," she gestured to the bellman. Fenrir gave the older man his backpack, and the man went to the elevator. The receptionist continued, "And sir, your laundry has arrived and is waiting for you upstairs, sir. We at the Hilton thank you for choosing us. If you need anything, don't be afraid to ask." She gestured for him to go to the elevator. Fenrir got the elevator and went up. He took notice of the man had hit the topmost button. He was going to the penthouse.

When Fenrir went up in the elevator, the receptionist made a phone call. She only had to wait for two rings until it was answered, "Hello, sir? Yes, he arrived. Yes. Yes sir. Yes, we will monitor him."

Fenrir got out of the elevator and went into the penthouse. It looked like it cost a pretty penny. A king-sized bed was the centerpiece, and then a dresser was against the wall across the bed. On the wall, a giant TV hung almost as big as the one in The Cave. He could smell the cleaning solution coming from the bathroom and bleach from the sheets and curtains. As he looked around, his attention was grabbed when he heard bellman clearing his throat. Fenrir got the hint and pulled a five-dollar bill out of his pocket and gave it to him. The man looked less than pleased but left anyway.

As he was alone, he called out, "Alright, Ghost, what's next?"

Ghost's voice came from the bed, "For now we wait. This meeting isn't until later." Fenrir wanted to groan at his brother's answer. He could have left later; at least in the Cave, he had something to read.

Fenrir pulled out a cigarette and lit it, "When is later?" he asked. He took an inhale of the smoke.

The voice then came from the other end of the room as Ghost looked out onto the city, "Later," he said again. Ghost then went to the closet and opened it, revealing a suit bag, "Now go try that on and see if it fits." Fenrir did as he was told and went to the bathroom to change.

As he unzipped the suit and what he saw made him groan out, "You gotta be kidding," he then took out to try it on.

Wayne Industries August 27th 11:47 EDT.

Bruce Wayne, the secret identity of Batman, sat behind his desk as he worked on his end of the deal with Fenrir. He was running a background check on the orphanage where Fenrir had been. He searched the internet and came upon the orphanage, Domus Mactibilis. Bruce narrowed his eyes at the name. He had heard it somewhere before but could not quite place his fingers on it. He was digging for information when he got a call, not from his office phone, but from his League communicator. He places a finger on the earpiece, answering, "Go for Batman," he said without much worry due to his office only being accessible to a select few.

On the other end was an older voice that had a heavy Italian accent, "Batman, I would like to meet with the boy." The voice belonged to Giovanni Zatara, the Justice League's resident magician. Giovanni was a Homo Magi or Magi for short. His was a race of the human that were natural magic users.

Batman stopped typing as this happened to pique his interest even more, "Are you willing to take the boy under your wing?" He knew the boy had been a handful in the last couple of months. Giovanni had more experience in this field due to his daughter being a teenager.

Giovanni chuckled on the other end of the line, "Yes, I think me, and boy will get along swell," Bruce raised an eyebrow at the magician's optimism. He had been an orphan losing both parents and yet he could not make a connection with Fenrir, so he had his doubts.

Bruce said, "Meet me at the Cave tonight. I will introduce the two of you," he hoped this worked. Giovanni agreed and hung up. Bruce went back to typing when his League communicator sounded off again he answered, "Batman, go ahead,"

A robotic voice came from the communicator, "Batman, we have a problem," Red Tornado said. Bruce could only let out a sigh, a hero's job seems to never be done.

Philadelphia, August 27th 15:26 EDT

Fenrir was sitting on his bed reading The Grimm's Tales this time the story of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. He had ordered food on his brother's dime and was enjoying the time away from the Cave. He so used to his freedom at Wolf Valley. Along with working with Fabletown, he hardly had a super restrictive schedule like he does at the Cave.

After he finished another cigarette, he called out, "Alright Ghost enough with the bullshit! You're going to tell me what's going on," he was tired of waiting and knowing nothing.

Ghost's voice came from the couch that was stationed in front of the television. The TV which was playing a cartoon on it. Ghost let out a sigh, getting annoyed by his brother's constant whining, "Alright, we are meeting a colleague of mine about some business." Fenrir gave him a look that told him he better add some details, "Okay!" he let out in exasperation before continuing, "I'm here to make a deal. I am looking to do business with some men, and in return for me working in their territory, I have to pay tribute." Fenrir was now standing up and was giving his brother his undivided attention. Ghost then inhaled, "I am here to negotiate how much the tribute," he finished.

Fenrir was then able to put the pieces together, "They want to meet the person they're dealing with," he nodded his head. It was all coming together in Fenrir's head. He then pointed at himself and finished his thought, "You want me to go in your place." It wasn't a question; it was a statement. His brother wanted him to do the deal.

Ghost let out a chuckle, "Well, I very well cannot show up. I don't really pop in a room now, do I?" he asked rhetorically.

Fenrir let out a snarl as he said, "A small snag here, brother. How am I going to do business with these people? I don't know the first thing about this!" Fenrir yelled out in both frustration and anxiety. He couldn't get his cover blown if the Justice League found out about this. I could lead them back to Fabletown.

Suddenly a black earpiece was thrown at him, and he caught with ease. Ghost's voice picked up in the closet where the doors were open. Inside a small case was opened in mid-air as he Ghost was lifting it up, "I will talk to you with this. I will guide you through the whole thing." Ghost said, reassuring his brother.

Mount Justice, August 27th, 16:29 EDT

Batman was now at the Cave after being able to get away from Wayne Industries. He was now talking with both Superboy and Miss Martian as they recounted at what had happened. "…then he left through the Zeta Tube," Miss Martian finished. Batman eyed the Zeta Tube as he contemplated a plan to go after the boy.

Superboy let out a growl as he angrily said, "He better be ready to answer for what he did when he comes back." The boy of steel was not happy by Fenrir's treatment of M'gann.

In the room as well, Zatara and Red Tornado stood around talking to each other about what Fenrir's next move might be. Zatara spoke, asking, "Do you two or any of the others have any idea where he might have gone?" He looked at the two teens on the couch.

Superboy shrugged his shoulders. He didn't talk to Fenrir that often, and if he did, it was only during a mission. M'gann, though, was more talkative, "He…hardly talks. Or even come out of his room and only on missions. He's not very social," M'gann's voice was full of sadness. When she saw Fenrir leave through the Zeta Tube, she could have sworn she saw him look remorsefully as if begging for forgiveness.

Zatara looked at Red Tornado, "Have you noticed anything that could help us?" The robot was after all the "Den Mother" of the Team.

"M'gann is correct, Fenrir is very secretive. Even to our standards." The robotic hero said to the magician. The boy was an enigma.

Batman turned to leave, calling out to the two adults, "I am going to go look for him. Stay here in case he comes back." He was berating himself internally. He should have planted a tracker on the teen when he had the chance. He was worried if they didn't find him now, they may never be able to find him again. He was resilient, and he was able to live off the grid if need be. He was halfway to the Zeta Tube when a hand was placed on his shoulder. It was the gloved hand of Zatara that stopped him.

Zatara said, "There is no need. He will come back, and you are supposed to make introductions. Yes?" The man was held a neutral expression on his face.

Batman asked, "How do you know?"

Zatara chuckled, "A wolf does not abandon a den unless absolutely necessary." Batman narrowed his eyes; something didn't sit well with him at how calm Giovanni was with the situation. He would need to investigate.

Philadelphia, August 27th 19:14 EDT

Fenrir walked out the elevator wearing a charcoal suit that features both slim notch and regular notch lapels with monochromatic clothing underneath. The suit had full pick stitching, flap pockets, dual rear vents, and slimmer lapels. On the trousers, they fit to a tee, and there were no cuffs by the ankles (1). He pulled a little at the collar, his brother had a taste for the eccentric. He walked out and continued to the dining room of the hotel. The receptionist sees Fenrir enter the dining room and made a call, "Sir he is sitting for dinner,"

Fenrir sat at a table, and looking around, he could sort of fit in. Every woman was beautiful, wearing a dress of some sort. Every man was dashing, some clean-shaven, some groomed exceptionally well. All of them were wearing suits ranging from simple to exotic. Fenrir had taken a sip of water that was provided for him. He never liked the soft drinks of today. With his sharp sense of taste, the drinks to him were a sugary swill of chemicals and corn syrup. He looked around, slightly uncomfortable. "Who is it I'm exactly looking for Ghost?" he talked into the earpiece.

Ghost was sitting up in the hotel room. The only indication he was there was a floating earpiece fluttered around the room, "Relax little brother, you won't find them. They will find you," he said nonchalantly. As he muted the earpiece, he let a maniacal chuckle. His plan was coming together. He had overheard the receptionist's phone call. They

As Fenrir sat at his table waiting to be contacted. He had checked his watch seeing it had been a half-hour since he sat at the table. He let out a sigh, his waitress came back to fill his glass again and offer a menu which he waved off. He finally had enough, "These people are a no show. I'm going upstairs and getting out of this monkey suit," he got up from his table. He began to walk out of the dining area when he suddenly collided with his waitress. He was able to catch her from falling by wrapping an arm around her back. He did, however, feel something wet hit his chest.

The waitress immediately started to apologize, "I am incredibly sorry, sir." Fenrir was taken aback by the woman's frantic apology. She suddenly grabbed him by the arm, "Please come in back so we can clean you up," Fenrir's hearing suddenly caught the woman's heartbeat. Her heart rate was steady, it didn't match her frazzled state.

As Fenrir was dragged to the kitchen, he was surrounded by the kitchen staff. Suddenly the waitress pushed him away from her. Taking a quick survey of the room, Fenrir noticed that all of the staff were armed with knives or guns. "Put your arms out to your side. If you do anything, you die. Understand?" Fenrir nodded his head and allowed the woman to do her pat-down. He offered no resistance. She checked his arms, his legs, his shoulders, and his waist. Fenrir thought it was over until suddenly she grabbed him by his junk. Fenrir, however, stayed calm and didn't outwardly react. The woman smirked at him flirtatiously before letting him go satisfied he was clean. She then gestured for Fenrir to follow again. Fenrir was escorted to a freezer door. The waitress opened it only to find no meat hanging and no freezing air. What he found was a luxury lounge. A carpet was on the floor, fancy pieces of furniture scattered through the lounge. At the center was a table that was akin to a fancy, round poker table. He went inside and the door shut firmly behind him.

A man was sitting at the table, wearing a suit that looked as expensive as his, if not more. The man that sat across the table had a handkerchief sticking out of his breast pocket, a raven embroidered on it. The man was not the least bit intimidating. He was tall and not very built. He had messy black hair that was neatly cut and close to his scalp. There also some muscled goons that were present sitting at a makeshift bar. Most of them were nursing some drinks. One of the men at the table gestured for Fenrir to take a seat. As he did, the man who seemed to be the one in charge said, "Gentlemen, let's get down to business." He got nods with everyone. He then continues, "Now mister Gray, Mister Dorian Gray," it took all of Fenrir's self-control to not roll his eyes. His brother again with his theatrics. He always loved that story and reflected the lifestyle of a lord of old.

Fenrir heard his brother tell him to respond and repeated the greeting his brother told him to use, "Gentlemen, a pleasure to be here," he smiled. Fenrir would have to act like his brother if he was going to get out of this situation.

The man looked to goons, seeming to communicate without speaking. The head man nodded his head as he spoke again, "So mister Gray, why are you here today?" Fenrir took notice as bodyguards that were standing by seemed to be focusing more on him, then their drinks.

Ghost talked again through the earpiece, "Tell them…"

"Why to join you, of course. I have heard stories of the crime boss calling himself The Raven. A man who started his own organization. To join MAZE, of course." Fenrir said in a jubilant voice while trying to the pitch and cadence of his brother's voice.

"My name is Crosby, David Crosby," David said in a tone that held anger. He looked at the goons off to the side. They eyed him back.

Fenrir felt a pit growing in his stomach, "Why did you tell me your name?" David then snapped his fingers at his two goons.

David then growled out, "You won't be leaving here alive," he suddenly snapped his finger as all the men that were at the bar came up to the table and pulled out gun all aiming at him.

Fenrir seeing that the odds were against him raised his hands up, showing he gave up. He muttered out loud, "Could use a little help here," he was trying to call his brother.

Chuckling came from the earpiece, "Oh, little brother. I may have lied to you about why I am here," Ghost said eerily as Fenrir felt the hair on the back on his neck stand up. Fenrir looked around the room, taking account of how many men there were as his brother continued to talk, "This wasn't a business negotiation." The men cocked the hammers of their pistols, "This was a take-over." Fenrir's eyes narrowed, now understanding why his brother truly wanted him here.

The Raven stood up from the table, kicking his seat out from underneath him while pointing at Fenrir. He had heard the remark and thought Fenrir was making light of what he supposedly did, "Don't play dumb! I sent some of my men to meet you, and they came back in body bags blue-faced!" He shouted across the table and then pulled out a pistol and took aim.

"What can I say? They were quite rude, and I was in the mood for a snack," Ghost playfully said. Fenrir gritted his teeth as his brother talked, he was going to kill his brother by the time this was done.

The Raven fired first, hitting Fenrir in the chest. Then everyone else in the room opened fire. Blood sprayed all over the table, the ceiling, and the carpeted floor. Fenrir let out gasps of air as the bullets penetrated and escaped his body. The force from all the bullets caused Fenrir to fall backward with the chair. No-one stopped until the guns clicked signifying, they were empty. On the other end of Fenrir's earpiece, Ghost was internally grinning like a madman. His plan was executed perfectly. All he had to do was sit back and watch his brother do the work for him.

Crosby motioned one of his men to check on the body. One of his men went over and looked over the body of the person he had helped kill. His chest looked like it was turned inside out. He put a finger to Fenrir's throat to check for a pulse and, for a moment, nothing. He called out to his boss, "Its don…" he didn't get to finish as he let out a choking noise. Fenrir had reached for the man's throat, his clawed fingers digging in deep.

Fenrir let out a roar into the man's face as he spun the man around and threw him across the room. As he left Fenrir's grip, his claws slit his throat. The man impacted the ground, and he let out a gurgling noise and then nothing. Fenrir had shifted, his features resembling that of a wolf's now. He looked directly at the group. His now amber eyes burrowing deep into them. He let out a huff that sounded like a snort from an animal. Everyone in the room took a step back in fright. The Raven, however, reloaded his magazine while saying, "A fuckin meta-human!" he then opened fire again. Everyone else followed their boss's actions and opened fire.

Fenrir snarled as a bullet torn into his bicep, making him snarl at the armed men. He felt his skin stitch itself back together as he lunged into the air. The men followed him in the air and continued to shoot. Fenrir landed on man and digging his claws into the man's chest. He moved onto the next one, leaping at the man and kicking him in the chest, making him fly across the room. When he hit the wall, his back made a sickening crack, and he flopped down to the floor like he was made of jelly.

Some of the men dropped their weapons, making a break for the exit. Fear had taken over as the need for self-preservation took over. Fenrir snapped his attention to exit, he had to make sure there were no witnesses to this. He moved swiftly, barreling over one man to get another man that was about to open the door. He grabbed the man by the back of his collar and lifted him up in the air. He was shot in the back, making him stumble forward. He looked over his shoulder and growled. He then threw the man into the one that shot him, making the men tumble to the ground.

Fenrir continued to feel his body be shredded by the lead bullets. However, he was healing just as fast. The bullets were more of an annoyance than any real pain. He slashed at another that tried to rush him. The man grabbed his waist and tried to push him like a weight sled. Fenrir was pushed back for only a couple of feet before he was able to stop the charge. Fenrir then looped an arm around the man's neck and then cranked it. The man's body went limp to the ground following a crack.

Fenrir walked over the corpse and, like a predator, stalked towards the remaining four men. One goon rushed at Fenrir, while not that smart was brave. Another threw his gun at Fenrir, trying to stun the werewolf. Fenrir batted the pistol away like swatting a fly. The man then charged, letting out a battle cry. Fenrir struck the first man with an elbow to the nose, breaking it and making the man grab it instinctively. Fenrir then slashed the man's stomach, making him forget about his nose. The man fell to the floor crying in agony and trying to keep his guts from spilling out. Fenrir looked down at the man, raised his foot, and brought it down on the man's head. The man's cries ceased as blood leaked from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

Fenrir felt a decent jab hit him in the jaw. He was impressed; it even moved his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the thug smiling, probably thinking he landed a knockout blow. Fenrir grabbed his wrist, and with a quick flick, it was snapped. Fenrir turned his head slowly towards the man glaring at him. The man whimpered as he looked into Fenrir's amber eyes, he saw the slit in his eyes and the fangs that peek out from behind his lips.

Fenrir leaned his head back and smashed it against the thug's face. The headbutt stunned the man making his feet slip out from underneath him. The thug gawked up in a daze, his vision clouded by tears and blood. Fenrir let out a roar as he swung a hook into the man's temple. With his strength, he cracked the man's skull and causing his brain to hemorrhage. He onto his side, lifeless. His right eye was severely dilated. Fenrir let out a roar as he looked around the room, he missed someone.

Crosby let out a yelp as his final bodyguard fell to the ground one by one. This was the man he was getting into business with. He had taken cover under the table when he realized his bullets had no effect on the metahuman. From underneath the table, he saw his final henchmen fall to the ground. He let out a whimper as he saw the man's lifeless eyes stare at him. The legs and shoes of the monster he tried to kill. The monster came up to the table and just stood directly in front of the table. The table was then violently flipped, leaving Crosby wholly exposed.

Fenrir stared down and the man who shivered in fear. Crosby crawled backward on his hands and feet for a few steps, and Fenrir followed; he had a loose end to tie-up. Crosby feebly put a hand up as a weak defense, "Wait. Wait!" Fenrir stopped at the man's begging, he felt disgusted with himself. Crosby continued seeing as the Fable stopped approaching, "You want MAZE? Fine! You can have it! Just let me go. Please!" The last word came out in a whimper.

Fenrir took a step back; this wasn't the first time he had to kill Mundys. He had done plenty for the good of Fabletown. This, however, felt wrong. This wasn't for the betterment of his people, this was all for the betterment of Ghost. He looked at his bloody clawed hands. He had caused such chaos and all of it as caused by Ghost! However, they had seen his face and what he could do. If the Justice League found out what he did while still undercover, it could probably lead them back to Fabletown. He sucked in a big breath through his teeth as he hardened his resolve. He raised his arm in the air, poised to bring down his claws. This caused Crosby to let a scream. Fenrir closed his eyes and grit his teeth as he whispered out, "I'm sorry," then he brought them down right across Crosby's throat. The crime boss who called himself The Raven was dead.

Fenrir looked at the carnage that he caused due to being his brother's puppet. He inhaled through his nose to try and calm himself down, but all it did was make him nauseous. Blood was the only scent in the air, it was so thick the air smelt like iron. His more animalistic side hungered for more. He felt like his skin was on fire. His father had warned him about letting the wolf out. Right now, the wolf was out and looking blood. He was nearly able to calm himself down when he heard clapping. He turned around and saw the hands of one corpse moving. Fenrir knew it was his brother here to see his handy work, "Well done, little brother! I must say, I didn't think you would have done it, but you proved me wrong," Ghost had snuck down when he heard the gunfire over the earpiece. What he saw, described the stories of their father as his time as the Big Bad Wolf that prowled the forests of the Homeland.

Fenrir marched towards his brother; his features still resembled a wolf. Ghost, however, was not worried as he scuffed, "Oh please don't act like you didn't enj…" Ghost didn't finish as Fenrir had him in his hands on him and was pressing him against the wall of the freezer.

Fenrir roared as he looked at the air in front of him, "Tell me why I shouldn't just hand you over to Fabletown right now!?" He screamed at his brother.

Ghost's voice didn't lose its satisfaction, "You know why you won't? Because what was it that father always said?" Fenrir snarled at his condescending tone, "We don't turn in the pack," Fenrir could practically see the smile on his brother's face. Fenrir pressed a little harder before contemplating just killing his brother. However, his mother would be disappointed in him and heartbroken that Ghost was dead. His mother always had a soft spot for the bodiless Wolf. He then let him go and felt Ghost gain space away from him.

He reverted back to looking human as he was able to calm himself. He called out, "You need something, call someone else!" his anger still making his chest heave. His eyes were still amber.

Ghost's voice came in front of him, "Don't worry, I got what I needed out of you. You can go back with playing with the Mundys and being a secret agent," if Ghost had hands we would wave the younger Wolf off. However, something did pique Ghost's curiosity, "Little brother. There is one mystery I just must know." Fenrir had his hand on the handle, the question had stopped him. He was shocked his brother wanted to know anything about him at all, "Why do you act, well like me? You could make friends. Have the comradery with a species around your age. You could be yourself. So why don't you act like it?" Ghost would have smirked, seeing how he got under Fenrir's skin. Thought he was inquisitive.

Fenrir opened the freezer door, seeing that all the kitchen staff were now back to work. The staff were either too afraid to look at him, or they didn't care, didn't matter to him. He shut the door and spoke out, "Why does it matter?" Then in a shallow and almost sad voice said, "They won't remember me anyway," and with that, he opened the door, leaving Ghost alone.

"Ah! I understand now! Well, go on back to the room, little brother, and don't worry, I'll clean up the mess," Ghost's voice called out.

Fenrir was able to sneak back up to the penthouse and immediately stripped the ruined suit off himself. He had hoped in the shower, the blood coming off his skin and flowing to the drain like blood river. He had come out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was nearly dry when he looked at himself in the mirror. He was disgusted with himself. How could he have killed all those people? How could he fall for another one of Ghost's schemes? Why did he bother helping Ghost in the first place? Staring back in the mirror was a large mass of black fur with dark red eyes staring back. Fenrir let out a yell in both frustration and anger. He punched the mirror, shattering it, but the monster was gone.

He started to hyperventilate for a second as the dam of emotion finally broke. He rushed over to the pack he brought with him and quickly found his phone. He quickly dialed a number he had memorized. It rang for a moment before a voice answered, "Hello? Fen?" it was a woman's voice that had responded to the call. She must have not recognized the number and somehow knew he was calling.

Fenrir's voice broke as he heard her voice, "Mom." The time away from his parents, the events of today and the stress finally broke the young Wolf. A few tears watered his eyes.

"Fen? Are you okay?" his mother was worried about him. He wouldn't have called unless to give an update or it something terrible had happened. She wished to reach through the phone and hold her son.

Fenrir inhaled a shaky breath, "I did something bad, mom." He was close to breaking down.

The gentle voice of his mother called out through the phone, "Tell me what happened." They would talk for an hour the calming sound of his mother's voice, making him more relaxed. He would tell her how things were. How he was dealing with the mission and what Ghost had done.

Mount Justice, August 27th 21:49 EDT

"Recognize-B07 Fenrir." The moment the computer called out, Fenrir appeared back at the cave cigarette in his mouth. He was greeted by Batman, Red Tornado, Superboy, M'gann, Kaldur, and Zatara. A mix of them looked happy to see him, and the other half looked beyond furious, especially Superboy and Batman. M'gann shied away from him, afraid to look at him. Fenrir looked at the magician with a raised eyebrow. He had felt better since talking to his mother. However, from the looks he was getting from Batman and Superboy, he could tell his mood would sour.

Fenrir shrugged the bag on his shoulder and continued to walk toward the crowd. As he approached, he stopped right in front of the group, he blurted out, "What?" The annoyance in his voice evident.

Batman, however, was not amused, "Where were you?" He glared at the teen, he was going to get answers. He would not allow an unknown to walk freely around unsupervised.

"Not here," Fenrir answered simply. He wasn't the least bit intimidated. Batman got closer to the teen nearly touching chests, "I can leave and go back to where I was if you want. Better than being stuck here." Fenrir challenged, he knew he couldn't truly leave, but they didn't know that part.

Batman continued to stare down the wolf boy. He contemplated for a moment and gave an answer, "We will discuss your unauthorized leave later." He turned away from Fenrir, his cape slightly fluttering. He then told the teen, "For now you have a guest, and he wants to discuss something with you," Batman then walk over to Zatara and introduced him to Fenrir.

However, before he could introduce Zatara, he was roughly pushed aside by Superboy. Superboy then grabbed Fenrir by the jacket and lifted him up in the air, "You got some nerve coming in here, acting like nothing happened!" Superboy growled through gritted teeth.

Fenrir squeezed the wrist of the hand that grabbed him. He then looked down at the clone and said, "Nothing did happen. So let me go before I break something else of yours," Fenrir's blue eyes flashed amber threateningly.

Superboy reared his hand back, ready to punch out Fenrir's lights out. He launched the punch at Fenrir's face. Batman and Zatara were prepared to intervene when Superboy was stopped though from a voice across the room, "Superboy stop!" Superboy was nearly making contact with Fenrir's face. The wolf boy didn't flinch at the closes of the hit. Superboy looked over his shoulder in the direction of M'gann, "Don't." She shook her head solemnly. Superboy scowled at the teen before dropping him. Fenrir landed gracefully and then patted his shirt. Superboy then sat next to M'gann, sitting protectively by her side.

Batman seeing that the situation was defused; he took this opportunity to introduce the man that had wanted to meet with Fenrir. He then put his hand out, presenting the man saying, "This is Zatara, the Justice League's master of magic. The league has been discussing a mentor for you to train under. Zatara has willfully volunteered to do so." Zatara bowed low, his years of a showman ingrained in him.

Fenrir, however, was not impressed, "That's not gonna happen. I see how you guys treat your side-kicks." He looked at the Kaldur and Superboy, even thinking back to Robin. All the side-kicks had a costume of some sort the was derived from the mentor. If they thought for a second, he was going to dress up in anything similar to a magician, there would be hell to pay. He voiced his apprehension, "If you think I am going to dress up like some guy whose day time job is working kid's birthday parties, you are sadly mistaken." He then continued, "Besides, unless this guy turns into a wolf, I don't think he will be of much help." He stared at Zatara. His intention was to scare the man off with his attitude. Zatara was not repulsed, but smiling and even chuckling.

Zatara then turned to the Dark Knight, "Batman, why do me and my new protégé talk for a moment alone?" Batman looked at Zatara as if trying to read his mind. Batman, however, trusted the man and nodded. Zatara motioned for Fenrir to follow him but found the boy leaving him behind. Zatara yelled out, "Wait! Please, just moment of your time is all I ask," the man begged for Fenrir to stop and just listen to him.

"Forget it, go pull a rabbit out of a hat somewhere else," Fenrir dismissed and kept walking. He had made it to the door of his room and still notice Zatara had every intention of following him.

Zatara was losing the teen. He just needed to let the boy know he was an ally, "Will you at least answer one question for me?" Fenrir had opened the door to his room and put his bag in the corner it was getting late, and he would unpack later.

Fenrir could see the Mundy was being relentless and decided to just humor the man to get him to leave, "Fine, what is it?" Fenrir let out a puff of smoke from his mouth as he tapped the ash into an ashtray on his dresser. His back was facing the magician.

Zatara couched in his hand, then smiled and politely asked, "Just tell me. What is a Fable doing infiltrating the Justice League?" he had dropped the bomb right there and then. Fenrir's back stiffened as his eyes widened. The cigarette in his mouth fell as he spun around and stared wide-eyed at the magician.

AN: So I hope you all enjoyed what I wrote. I hope the twist, in the end, was something to keep you guys reading and wonder what is to come next. Also again, thank you all for favoriting, following, and reviewing.

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