This is a Young Justice Alternate Universe. That means things might be different from what you expect, although most things will still be the same. Probably will have a crossover with the Teen Titans and Doom Patrol.

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Chapter 1

The hell? Where am I? Kidnapping?

When I woke up, I was floating in some liquid in a tube with a face mask over my mouth.

Get out! I need to get out now.

Fuck! I can't move!

I don't have any restraints. It's like I don't know how to move my body. What the hell is going on?

Then I remembered. I think I died. Car Accident. Now I'm here somehow. Was someone able to save me?

I couldn't remember anything. I got tired all of a sudden and went back to sleep.

I woke up again. I wonder how much time has passed. I feel bigger than I was before. The tube is definitely smaller. A green imp looking creature came up to the glass. It was a small, four-legged white creature with black stripes on its head and short horns with red eyes. Creepy.

Its horns glowed and all of a sudden, I had information being forced into my brain. Cadmus, Genomorphs, Superman, Metropolis, etc.

Oh my god. I was in the DC Universe, specifically the Young Justice Universe.

I was fucked.

The G-Gnome, as I was provided information about them, sensed my bewilderment and amazement and attempted to access my memories and emotions and calm me down.

NO!

The G-Gnome recoiled and I could sense amazement in its eyes.

I had somehow mentally slapped it. Didn't know I could do that, and looking at the Genomorph, neither did he.

I had to do something-anything before I got found out. I reached out and mentally suggested to the G-Gnome that this event was just an unconscious reflex, and it was nothing to worry about. I blocked any of my thoughts from reaching it.

The G-Gnome hesitated but started the information flow again.

It told me about myself, and what I learned made me cringe.

I was a genomorph too if that wasn't obvious enough. But unlike Superboy, who was a clone of Superman and Lex Luthor, I had something completely different. Depending on how you look at it, I got the DNA lottery or the worst possible choices you could imagine.

I was a combination of Doomsday and Starro.

Yes. You heard right. Them.

I was made a pair of the Earth's worst villains, instead of the best heroes, there were.

Dr. Mark Desmond created me. It was his 851st attempt using various DNA samples. He had used the DNA of various Justice League members to try to create the ultimate being for a while until he was able to get his hands on Doomsday's DNA. Then you came up with the brilliant (and by that, I mean stupid and sorely misguided) idea to create himself a powerful bodyguard that he could control and order around.

Speaking of the devil, he just walked in and stared at me. I stared back and gave no signs of intelligence.

"You say it reacted to the information transfer? How curious..." He spoke to the G-Gnome while staring at me. "Be careful with it. It's one of a kind. Cloning Doomsday is much harder than I originally anticipated. On top of that, splicing in the other DNA sample was thought to be impossible, but somehow it worked. I still don't know why Experiment 851 was able to survive and grow. I've repeated the exact same procedure more than a hundred times without success! Until we can replicate the process, do your best to ensure that nothing happens to it even though it's an inferior copy."

The G-Gnome glowed in assent.

"Good. While it's still maturing, educate it. Make sure it knows everything. If it survives, I'll use it in whatever way I can. If it dies, we'll analyze and reuse it. I'll make it work either way." He grinned. "Most of all, make sure he's only loyal to me. Do not leak any information about this project to anyone. Otherwise, we could end up being erased by the Light."

Dr. Desmond left the room chuckling to himself like a crazy person. Great.

The G-Gnomes continued to give me more information.

Dr. Desmond didn't want a mindless creature that couldn't be controlled like the real Doomsday. He wanted someone who could carry out his orders. Therefore, to reduce the destructive tendencies, he spliced in the DNA of Starro.

Starro was intelligent and had extremely strong powers of telepathy. I guess that's why I was able to stop the G-Gnome from invading my mind.

An intelligent creature who keenly understood emotions and pain was far more easily controlled compared to a mindless monster of rage and destruction.

First of all, I think it's dumb to add Starro DNA to this body. Like, why would you use Starro's DNA, which is a starfish, instead of human DNA into a humanoid creature? How does that make sense?

Second, why would you create an intelligent monster made of different supervillains? It was like this dude was begging to create another supervillain.

Why was the G-Gnome telling me this? It's because no one thought I had developed a personality, so they thought the G-Gnome would be able to brainwash me easily.

Heh. Guess they are going to be in for a surprise.

Anyways, although I was a success, I was also a failure. Although they hoped I had the reactive adaptation and the resurrection powers of Doomsday, it wasn't known. As I was the only stable clone they've ever made with the DNA, they didn't want to risk killing me for a potential trial. In addition, I did not possess Doomsday's superhuman abilities like super strength, speed, senses, durability, or any of the others.

Basically, none of Dr. Desmond's original goals were accomplished. Sucks for him.

I was just a smart guy with some thinking powers. I would never be a part of the big leagues without a lot of work.

I was a chimera alien equivalent of Dr. Charles Xavier from the X-men. And probably not as powerful. Although I could walk, so I guess that's a plus. I mean, I assume I can walk.

I needed a plan to get out. Before bad things happened to me.

I've already caught the genomorph putting mental commands into my brain. It turns out when you're psychic, mental commands are easy to break. Especially when you know exactly where they are in your own brain.

For now, I'm keeping their blocks and commands so I don't end up alerting anyone early. When I escape, I'll get rid of them all.

For now, there are three things l can do. First, pretend that I don't have telepathy or other powers. I need to keep quiet. The G-Gnomes aren't that smart despite having telepathy. It's like dealing with a 10-year-old. They just follow directions for the most part. And they've been told to teach me, and report any anomalies. Like when I surprised the G-Gnome with a mental slap, which was why Dr. Desmond showed up.

Second, I mentally pushed the G-Gnome to provide me information. Dr. Desmond shouldn't have told them to teach me everything. He meant everything that I needed to know to function and be a valuable member of his team. But he didn't say that. He said everything. I was able to place a subtle psychic suggestion that they should transfer all known knowledge.

Everything and anything. I had no idea what this world was like. I needed all the knowledge that Cadmus had.

World and United States history? Please and thank you.

Knowledge of various languages on this earth? That'll be super helpful.

Map of Smallville? Sure, I guess if you include all of Earth's geography. Hell, throw in a map of the known galaxy and universe while you're at it. Whatever you got.

Nuclear physics, genetics, chemistry, and all of the other sciences? Thank you for teaching me all of this stuff, so I don't have to work hard on learning it later.

Art? Are you for real? I guess it wouldn't hurt to know what was valuable and what wasn't.

The latest season of the Bachelor? No, I'm not that bored. You're going to send it all anyway because it's a part of everything? God damn it!

Can I take back that mental suggestion?

Basically, I had them feed me all known knowledge. And it went far faster than you would expect.

I would feel my brain being stressed constantly throughout the process. My brain would continuously, but slowly, adapt to the data flow. According to the G-Gnomes, my body would take in a lot of nutrients to improve my brain in response to the stress. Turns out that I do have a degree of reactive evolution.

My brain and central nervous system were changing to accept information faster and smoother. In addition, my brain was learning to compartmentalize all of the data in an efficient and easily accessible manner. It was all quite amazing and extremely welcome.

As a result, Dr. Desmond decided that whenever I adapted, another G-Gnome would link up to my brain and transfer more information to my brain, and the stress would increase all over again. The cycle would keep on repeating.

If you quantified all of the data that was sent into my brain, it was more than hundreds of thousands of petabytes of information.

That's a lot.

My mind powers were getting a huge workout. They were constantly growing and improving due to the increasing number of Genomorphs in my brain. Not only was I learning subtlety, I was also learning to deal with lots of people in my head at once. My mental defenses were growing fast to deal with all of the invaders leaving their psychic commands and blocks behind. In fact, I learned how to do that from them.

I also learned how to 'piggyback' onto the G-Gnomes mental network. My powers had grown so much, they didn't know I was there at all. Now I could see everything that was going on in Cadmus.

And let me tell you, it was pretty boring. Except for Superboy's section, which was mildly interesting. I also was able to find and see Match and the original Roy Harper. I wasn't able to do anything for them right now though.

It was a shame that Dr. Desmond learned that my mind was powerful, but it was a small price to pay for all the knowledge. At least he didn't know that I was sentient or had powers. I was still able to block that off from the G-Gnomes.

Lastly, I wanted to gain some control over this body. People don't realize it but gaining control over your body is a natural process from birth. Babies spend a lot of time waving their limbs around to strengthen and learn how to control them.

I did the same thing here, except I made it look like I was spasming due to the stress of the information transfer. Otherwise, I probably would have gotten caught.

I had to be constantly careful. The people at Cadmus were smart. And far more devious than I was.

If it wasn't for the information transfer, I think I would have gone crazy from boredom.

I just had to wait for the chance to escape. Which would be coming soon, when Superboy is saved by the team.

When that happened, I would make my move, and make sure that I erased all memory of myself from the beings of Cadmus at that time.

In the meanwhile, I would keep preparing.