Chapter 2
Time seemed to speed up, everything happened in a blur as Robin ordered the team around and they started out of the facility and back toward the mountain. It was obvious that bringing the kid to a hospital would gain them a lot of questions that they couldn't answer, so bringing him back to the mountain was the safest bet. So, in one fluid motion, the Boy Wonder picked the child up bridal style, noticing with grim observation that he was frail and severely underweight, and he rushed out to the ship and started to clean the unconscious child up.
The first thing he noticed was the white ceiling.
The pristine white ceiling. Looking around, he saw the perfectly white walls.
But then he notices the other things.
The soft bed. The tightly wrapped pieces of fabric over his newly stitched wounds. The obnoxiously loud, yet unnaturally slow beeping that came from his left. The two pinches in his arm indicating some type of drug being pushed into his body via IVs.
He was in different clothes. The same, but different. Too-big white shirt, too-big gray sweatpants. But they were different. Not stiff or crusty. Not covered in his blood. His hair was white again. And fluffy. But white.
White, white, white.
He hates that color. Or, lack of color to be precise.
The beeping was so loud, the fluorescent lights were so bright, the room smelled like the lab. His breathing picked up, his heart escalated to normal bpm for a human. Danny reminded himself of what was going on, of the all-too-familiar event.
Panic attack. Sensory overload. He hated it when it happened. He hated enhanced senses. After a minute his heart returned to normal, his breathing slowed. He glances at the door. Nothing, no one. He sighs in relief. Whoever brought him here must have put set the machine next to him so they were alerted if his heart surpassed normal bpm.
Surprisingly, this wasn't the first time he had been "rescued." They never ended well. Always with death and destruction. It really didn't affect him much anymore. He carefully sat up, mindful of the needles that were in his arm. When he was sitting cross legged on the bed, he reached over to the pole next to him and slipped one of the bags off its hanger, then grabbed the other gently. He twisted the nozzle slightly on both, stopping the drip. He didn't like drugs being pumped into him. Drugs dulled the senses, slowed reaction times and reflexes.
He scanned the first bag. Sodium Chloride. Nutrients. Then he read the other bag. Morphine. Painkiller.
Nutrients and painkillers. Strange. Neither of them probably worked due to his fast metabolism, but the implication was still strange.
Danny was by no means a dumb kid. Despite being cut off from the outside world for the better part of seven years – seven years, 3 months, 1 week, 6 days, 14 hours his internal clock reminded him – he was quite intelligent, especially for his age, genius level in fact. He had a photographic memory, which he despised. He knew things others wouldn't expect and wouldn't wish to know. The agents didn't just want to know his limits physically, they taught him things, tested his mental limits. He was meant to be an advanced super soldier. So, he knew things.
He also knew that he was malnourished, so he understood what the Sodium Chloride was for. He also knew that he was in pain, so the morphine made sense. But what was confusing him was the fact that they were real, genuine drugs.
Danny had been "rescued" before, but they were all fake, just the GIW testing him. The IVs that were usually in his arms were poisons or simply water, but as he teared the bag open, based off the smell, these were exactly what the labels read as. They were real and after seven years, 3 months, 1 week, 6 days, 14 hours, this was the first time it had happened.
His mind worked a mile a minute as he carefully removed the needles from his veins, then he wiped away the pricks of blood, and he lowered his bare feet onto the cool floor
Scanning the room one more time, he was surprised to see no faint glow on any of the surfaces. No white boxes in the corner. No shield. He started shivering. The floor touching his feet started to frost over. Danny watched with wide eyes as his powers were slowly released. No power dampeners. The boy let a wave of cold air wash out of him before he used his ectoplasm to warm the room up again. He noticed a camera in the corner and froze it in a solid block of ice.
If it was new, did that mean it was real? Was he out?
The Leaguers surrounded Batman as he looked for any clue of who the meta-human child was and what was done to him. They had been searching for a day but found nothing. Batman sighed in frustration and turned to face the others.
"We need to wait. If the kid can tell us what the name of the organization was, then I can conduct a proper search, but the tip was anonymous and we have no clue what the illegal lab called themselves." The Dark Knight explained. The others sagged, looking exhausted and worried, exactly how he felt.
There was something about the frail and injured kid that was familiar but he couldn't place where.
Meanwhile, the Young Justice team was sitting around the kitchen, waiting anxiously for news on the kid. The mood was unnaturally solemn as they each were lost in thought. They all jumped when Flash sped into the kitchen.
"He's awake."
