Warnings of awesome father and uncle crap. And Luthor getting the (Enter swear word here) beaten out of him!
I don't own Young Justice. This is obvious and if I haven't gotten it through you're heads already I'm sorry for not making my message clear!
Depths
Lex Corp
Metropolis
Batman and Superman slowly made their way through the building. They watched to make sure that there were no guards in sight. Knowing that if they ran into a guard, it would all be over. Batman led the way, his eyes full of determination, and anger. They had left Alfred with Dick; the batplane was landed on a building not to far from there. Considering it was night by now, the dark plane hid into its surroundings quite well.
Superman had told him that even if Luthor wasn't there, they could still find the cure. But they both knew that Luthor was there. He stayed late for some odd reason. Maybe this was the time when he made his illegal trades with villains. There wasn't much evidence that Luthor was actually making the trades, but his company still had a part in making illegal drugs.
Drugs that were currently killing his son! Anger came off the man in waves. He had hated Luthor the first day he ever met him. It had been at a charity event, before Dick had come into his life. Though he had met him as Bruce Wayne, he still hated the man. The months following showed that he had made the right choice in hating the man. It was the time when Dick had become Robin, and Luthor had tried to kill Superman. The Man of Steal had been delivering a check to Gotham city, to help with repairs. When a robot of some kind had attacked him, he and Dick had jumped into action.
After Dick got the kryptonite away, Bruce and Superman had finished the robot off. Though this wasn't the first time Luthor had done something like this, it was the first time that he had almost harmed Dick. Ivy had tried to control Superman, hoping to obtain something of the sorts, but Luthor had caught her first. Using her mind control dust and a few shards of kryptonite, Luthor had gained control over Superman. Who in turn had gone after Bruce and Dick, he had almost gotten Dick seriously injured when he attacked the cave.
So yes, Bruce had hated the man from the start. But now, he didn't hate the man. He despised the man. He wanted his life to end slowly and painfully! He wanted to take something important from the man, just like how he was taking the life of someone important from him! Luthor would pay! He knew that Clark was thinking the same thing as they walked through the corridors. It hadn't taken long for Clark to think of the kid as his nephew, in fact he had thought it almost the day he met the kid. The kid was special, everyone knew that. It didn't matter if they were the League, his circus family, or even people who just saw him smile, they all knew.
He was a beacon of light for those who had none. And now that light was diming, slowly fading away from the world of the living. Bruce clenched his fists at the thought. Why was it that every time he let someone get close to him they died? First his parents and now his son! Though not blood related, Dick had earned the title, just like he had earned the title dad. He had heard Dick say it very rarely. Usually only after a nightmare or a close call would the boy call him dad.
But it didn't matter. Dick was his son. And he would save him from the drug that was now killing him. Bruce took a deep breath before walking up to a door. On the door was a golden plate that read the name 'Lex Luthor'. Bruce turned towards Clark and nodded. He then stepped out of the way as the Man of Steal used his x ray vision; even though Bruce could have used the heat vision on his cowl. Clark's eyes narrowed and he nodded. He then lifted his fist and smashed it into the door, sending the thing flying a crossed the room, and into the wall not too far away.
Luthor was sitting at his desk; he looked up at them and smiled. Bruce wanted to strangle the man. How dare he smile after what he had done! He stood up and walked around his desk, the smile was still plastered on his face. "Hello heroes, may I help you with something?"
"Can it Luthor!" Clark yelled, "Were not here for small talk!"
"Well then whatever are you here for?" Lex raised an eyebrow as if he didn't know of anything that was going on.
"Where's the cure?" Bruce asked in a dark voice.
Luthor looked at them with an obviously fake confused look on his face, "Cure?"
"Yes Luthor the cure!" Clark yelled out, his eyes going red as he tried to hold back his heat vision.
"What cure? We have many cures for many things?"
"Where is the cure for the system drug?" Clark asked, raising his voice.
Luthor laughed a little, still looking at them with that devilish smile on his face. "So Croc did get one of the young heroes did he?"
Bruce filled with rage. How dare that man hire Croc to do his dirty work! Bruce jumped at the man; he knocked him to the floor in blind rage. Luthor pulled out a small device; he clicked it right before Batman got a hold of it, breaking it in two. "I'll ask you one more time Luthor! Where. Is. The. CURE?"
"Now answer me this one question, Dark Knight, why should I tell you?"
Batman gritted his teeth and glared at the man, who seemed unfazed by it. He punched the man hard in the face, making his had go to one side. Still the man seemed unfazed by this action. He lifted his fist about ready to hit again when Clark came up and quickly grabbed his fist. "Batman, you do realize this will look bad for the League don't you?"
"I don't care anymore Boy Scout!" He freed his hand and punched hard down on the man. "Until he gives me the cure, this is his fate!"
"Batman no," Clark's pleads went unnoticed as Batman punched the man again.
Luthor looked back up at Batman. "You do realize how much I can sew the Justice League for don't you?" He said with anger in his tone.
Batman stopped and started to get away from Luthor. Then he realized something. "Luthor, you may be able to sew the Justice League for assault, but we can sew you for attempt, and maybe even, murder!"
"You have no proof!"
"We have proof that someone, or more likely you, has been selling illegal drugs to super villains. The drug that your company makes is killing a young hero! And we have proof of that! We also have the security footage of you admitting about hiring Croc to kill one of the partners to the Justice League!"
Now Luthor looked scared, he hadn't thought of that possibility. He could be in prison for years! "What do you want?" He snapped at them, trying to hide the fear in his features.
"Simple," Batman said in a dangerously low voice, "The cure."
Luthor slowly got off the ground; bruises had started to form on his face. But still he walked over to his desk and opened a drawer. Inside the drawer was a small button, he pressed it making a piece of the wall turn. On the other side was syringes, some syringes were red while others were blue. He picked up the blue one and walked back over to Bruce and Clark.
Slowly, and hesitantly, he handed Bruce the blue syringe. He had a deep frown on his face as he walked back over to his desk. Clark and Bruce left the room shortly after. By the time they made it back to the ship it was already two in the morning. They walked in and were met by Alfred, who had opened the door for them. They quickly told Alfred what happened but during mid sentence Bruce was cut off by a long beeping sound. He then realized what it was, the heart monitor! He ran over to Dick as fast as he could.
But when he got there the heart monitor had stopped working.
Yep I was planning to do that from the start. Okay this wasn't supposed to be a long story anyway! So the next chapter should be the last one. I'm not sure if I'll do the team reacting to all this, but if you want to I'll try.