A/N: SO, I realized that I've been spelling M'gann wrong. Oops. But, oh gawd. Oh my gawd. This chapter took me four days to write and it isn't even all that great. But oh well. Still, oh meh gawd. Some serious shit hits the fan. I was reading it again and I was actually kind of proud. Not really proud of the whole thing, just the beginning and end. It's pretty legit. I was watching Batman: Under the Red Hood while writing a portion of this sooooo beware of my feels. Oh, and let me give y'all a warning, just because I love you all:

For the next three chapters...One of the characters might not make it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.

Man kind has always fought back. Man kind doesn't care how broken it is, doesn't care how deep into the rotted Earth they are buried into, and doesn't care how much the odds are against them. They fight back, and they fight back with a passion. Man kind stands tall in the black nothing behind them and pushes foward, because it is in their DNA. They stand as brothers, as a wall, and beat every obstacle that crosses their path. As one, they are unstoppable.

But every unstoppable force will eventually face another unstoppable force at one point in time. Who is the unstoppable force that will crash into man kind? Why, the Reach of course. The Reach has lost to no one. The Reach will lose to no one. The Reach is unstoppable.

But man kind is different. There is a weakness that has plagued it in the last several, spoiled generations. This weakness will be their downfall. This weakness will completely break down the wall and set fire to the flesh behind it. And when all of the scared little people are running and screaming in pure agony, the Reach will swoop in and deliver the final blow. The Reach will stop the unstoppable force. Man kind will fall to the Reach. And believe me, Jaime Reyes.

Man kind will fall.

"I wonder if he dreams?"

Connor glanced up at the short red-head who sat on the other side of the bed, playing with his Latino friend's hand. Connor was currently running his fingers through said Latino's locks of night black hair in attempt to calm the twitches and jerks of the teen's body. He had stopped yelling and moving so much, but he still whimpered and trembled. Connor sat in a chair with his back to the door and Bart on the other side of Jaime's bed. Miss Martian was due to be there soon to preform...whatever she could. Her and Nightwing were still unsure of what to do once the Martian was in Jaime's mind, but they would do all they could.

Connor looked back down at Jaime's face for a quick moment and noticed the ways his eyebrows knit together, and then relaxed, just to repeat the process a second later. He watched his mouth open and close like a fish, watched his eyes flutter about behind the closed lids, and watched his nostrils flare. Jaime might not have been dreaming, per se, but he was certainly seeing something in his 'coma' like sleep. Connor switched his gaze back to Bart's green eyes and nodded.

"Yeah, I think he does."

The ginger seemed satisfied with his answer and traced the rising viens on the back of Jaime's hand. "I wonder what about?"

"The future, war, all of the people he will kill..." Connor had only been speaking from logic, but Bart's terrified stare changed his truth to lie. "But propbably of us. All of us. I'm sure he's missing his friends."

The speedster nodded quickly, reassuring himself. "He probably is. Yeah, I bet he's just dieing to play this new game I got him. I thought like, when he wakes up, we could go have a gaming sleepover like usual to get things back to normal. Actually, no. We'll probably play tag. It's super fun because in El Paso there's like, a lot of deserts and plenty of running and flying room so we like to play it there. Sometimes, when I'm too fast for him, he'll just throw himself at me, and like we fall and wrestle and stuff, but I usually still win. I think he lets me win, though..."

"When he wakes up..." Connor added. "I'm taking him first."

Bart was taken aback. "Wha-what?"

"When he wakes up, I get his time first." The clone repeated.

"But he's my best friend!"

"He's my brother."

Ice blue eyes bore into emerald green, and for a breif second, Bart swore he could see the pain behind the mask that Superboy wore. He was actually worried for Jaime, which should have been obvious by the way he pet his hair but Bart wasn't always smart, so he would want the boy first. The speedster huffed and tore his gaze from the clone's. "Fine, you get him first."

He smirked. "Of course I do."

The creak of the door behind Connor caused him to whip around, almost knocking his chair over. He was relieved to see that it was just Nightwing, who was not a threat, that entered the room. The Team's leader gave him a curt nod as a greeting and made his way to the ginger holding Jaime's arm and giving him a curious stare. Dick knelt down to the shorter boy's level and placed a comforting hand on his tense shoulder, and gave it a squeeze. M'gann entered the room moments later with a somber expression painted across her features, and a tired posture, and Bart immediately understood why they were there

"Right now?" Connor questioned when Bart gave him a knowing nod.

"Better sooner than later." Miss Martian replied with a sigh. "I want to get this over with."

The clone growled low in his throat. "Sorry it's such an inconvienence for you."

"Connor, that's not what I meant-"

"Let's not do that right now, okay?" Nightwing intervened, still grabbing on to Bart's tiny shoulder. "We have a mission to do."

A pause.

"Are you sure you're ready to do this, Bart?" Dick searched for any sign of hesitence in his green orbs. "This is a very big responsibility-"

"I want to be the first person he sees." The freckle-faced boy nodded, determination radiating off of him in waves. "That way he isn't scared."

Nightwing smiled. "You're very brave for doing this. I'm sure Jaime will appreciate it."

"Ready?"

They both turned to face M'gann, who had pulled a chair to the foot of the hospital bed and stared at them patiently. Nightwing nodded again and gave a final glance at Bart. "Yeah, he's ready."

"Great." Her orange eyes were enveloped by a bright green glow. "Prepare yourself, Bart. His mind will be nothing like his surface."

And she was right.

Bart felt a sharp pressure in his brain, and his body felt light, as if he was flying. A giant weight had been taken off his chest when M'gann dragged his mind out of his body, and thrusted them both into Jaime's. Thousands of colours flashed before his eyes, some he had never even seen before, and a slight buzzing filled his ears. He could feel it, when him and M'gann finally became objects in Jaime's broken head. It was an uncomfortable feeling at first, forcing yourself into the darkest corners of a person's private mind, but it soon faded into that same light, weightless feeling Bart had felt before. It kind of made him happy.

Until he took in their surroundings.

Miss Martian stood next to him with a horrified expression, which the same face must have been splayed on his too, because the disaster-filled warzone around them was too much. What should have been the sky was pitch black and filled with smoke, much darker than even what Bart was used to. The terrain around them was dark, mushy earth that rode into hills that smelled of decay and burnt flesh. Fires cackled in scattered areas that used to be buildings, and didn't falter even though heavy, dark green rain poured from the sky. Ash and litter seemed to fall with the storm and were thrown in different directions by the strong wind. But none of that really affected the heroes. What really dug under their skin was the bodies.

Thousands upon thousands of mutated bodies were covering any landmarks M'gann and Bart could see, and some of them were moving. Not walking, the damage done to them was too severe for them to walk, but crawling. Desperately clawing the dead earth beneath them and rolling over their fallen brothers. Skin was missing in large chunks on many of their faces and jaws were hanging loosely, limbs were bent into unnatural positions, and eyes were missing, but they still moved on. Screams and wails roared over any other noise, and cries for mercy were lost in the yells. It was Bart who noticed that some of them spoke though. Not really talking, but forming words in the middle of their exclaimations.

"Jaime...why would you do this to us?...You betrayed us!"

"You are a monster!"

"Look at what you've done!"

Bart whimpered and covered his ears with his palms. His best friend was torturing himself with these images. And it was all because he told him about his future. This was his fault. All of this was Bart's fault and he was too frozen with his own fears to stop the nightmare round him. M'gann took Bart's hands in her slightly larger ones and forced him to look her in the eye.

"Bart...We need to find Jaime."

He nodded slowly, biting his lip. Jaime needed his help. He needed to save Jaime. Everything would be better once he was with Jaime. Bart's motivation returned to him and he tightened his hold on M'gann's hands, and nodded firmly. "We'll find Jaime."

She gave him a soft smile and dropped one of his hands, but held the other one, and began to shuffle past the countless bodies. He followed loyally behind her, being careful to step over the bodies and not on them. The two teammates didn't travel very far until Bart tripped, too many bodies, and began to fall. He had let go of M'gann, as to not bring her down with him, but she had caught on the back of his shirt and stopped him from landing flat on his face and on top of a dieing person. She tugged the back of his shirt until he rose to his feet and dropped her hold. Bart let out a breathless chuckle and shook his head. He turned to thank her for saving him, damn him for being so stupidly clumsy, but was met with a different sight. He should have known it wasn't her...

"Hello, meat."