A/N: Hello, my loves! I am so very thankful to the people who reviewed! I will be sure to add in more PossessiveJaime! because every one seemed to like him a lot. It was really awkward for me to write the hickey part thing because I'm like...Urgh. There farthest I've ever gone was a short french kiss so...Discomfort. As for my complete failures at Spanish, I apoligize SO SO much. Google just sucks and I will take up everyone's offer on helping me! Anywho, I promised another chapter and here it is! It's short, but it's better than nothing...

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.

The room was made of an extremely high tech metal, which didn't dent worth a damn no matter how much pressure was thrown at it. The walls were a glaring silver that shone brightly in the blazing lights that made up most of the ceiling, and the floor was the exact same. One wall was completely made of glass, which was several inches thick, and a single air vent at the very top of it. This allowed Blue Beetle oxygen, and a way to speak to whomever was on the other side. He rarely had the chance to talk to anyone over the last several days, which he spent screaming and punching at the clear wall, other than Nightwing, Captain Atom, and Red Tornado. Superboy visited him once, but he left as quickly as he entered, refusing to listen to the Mexican teen yell.

But Bart never saw him.

It truly broke Jaime's heart, that the one person he wanted to be with most couldn't even stand to be in the same room as him. That the boy he fought so hard to protect thought of him as a monster. It angered Jaime, that he wouldn't even hear his side of the story, just because the future him did terrible things. Jaime wasn't going to become that...that thing though. He was going to be his own person, he would carve his own path. But he couldn't explain that to Bart, because the ginger wasn't there. If the roles had been switched, Jaime would have done anything to get into Arkham to see him. So why wouldn't Bart?

Those thoughts fueled him for the eighth day in row of beating the large window with his fists, taking no breaks to eat or sleep. He felt like he could collapse at any moment, but he willed his body to continue the abuse. The other inmates across the hall laughed hysterically at him, and the nurses set him pitiful glances, but he paid them no mind. His bleeding knuckles protested with every blow delivered to the wall, and his lungs and throat were raw from his constant screaming, but he ignored those too. He would break through, he just knew it, so he couldn't give up now.

Jaime let the armor retract into his Scarab, and rested his sweaty forehead against the stainless glass. His eyes shut clamped close so the musky water drooling from his poors wouldn't blind him, his eyebrows furrowed, and his nostrils flared. He let his arms drop to his sides and concentrated on leveling his breathing, which was rapid and harsh. He was going to break through the barrier, and he wouldn't stop until he did but...he needed a quick rest. Just to shut his eyes for a bit. He would...he would continue in a moment. His eyes were just...really...really droopy...

"Is he dead?"

"I don't know. Should we poke him with a stick?"

Jaime's eyes fluttered open slowly, and he stared at the blurry figures on the other side of the glass. It took a long moment for his eyes to adjust in his drowsy state, but eventually the colorful blobs revealed themselves to be people. Very familiar people. A green skinned boy with messy forest coloured hair stood infront of a smiling man, who's night dark hair matched the black spandex he wore. But they weren't the ones Jaime was fascinated by. The two who really caught his attention we're the Latinos, a mother and a daughter who watched his facial expression with sorrow. The daughter, a young girl who could be no older than eight, stared at him with wide, curious eyes, that were the same shade of brown as his own.

She hesitantly stepped towards the glass, her fragile, baby-soft hand reaching out to touch the clear surface. If the barrier hadn't been there, her palm would have rested on Jaime's hammering heart. The corner of his lips turned upwards slightly, and a much gentler persona replaced his angry one. Nightwing smirked at the exchange. Of course Milagro would calm her brother down, that was one of her many talents. When he had entered the Reyes household and explained what had really happened to the teen, they had been distraught, but quickly regained their composure and demanded to see Jaime. Milagro had practically dragged the Batman's protege out of their house and ordered him to show her where her big brother had gone. It was her loyalty, her devotion to her blood that made Dick realize what could fix Blue Beetle. He needed to see his loving family, and maybe then would he realize that he just had to get off Mode. If not for himself, for his family. Jaime got on his knees to be eye level with his sister, and lifted his hand to reach hers.

But that damn glass stopped him from intertwining their fingers like he often did to comfort her.

He had to get out of there. He couldn't stand being cooped up like some animal, surrounded by crazy physcopaths. He wasn't crazy! Why did they stick him in some cage with these people? He didn't do anything wrong! He needed to leave. He needed to get away from that place. He couldn't stand to be there any more. He needed to go. He needed to leave.

Rage painted across his feature, and the sudden mood change startled Milagro. She staggered back, watching her brother's face contort into a mix of fear and pure hate. Nightwing lightly pushed Beast Boy out of the way to usher Milagro down the hall. "I think you all need to leave."

He didn't want the young girl to witness the beating her brother would give to the thick glass, or watch him turn into the monster they tried so hard to conceal. Milagro protested of course, but Dick was stronger and simply lifted her into his arms. Beast Boy took their mother's hand and began to lead her away, just as Jaime began to punch the clear wall. She began to cry, tears water-falling down her trembling cheeks as she watched her baby pound at the barrier seperating them. He was yelling in Spanish, screaming terrible things, but it was when she was being pulled away by the strange green boy did she hear the most heartbreaking wail.

"Please don't leave me, too, mama!"

A/N: Extremely short but it should get you through until Saturday. Woot woot. Can somebody give me more information on Jaime's family? I have one Blue Beetle comic but it doesn't have them in it, I was supposed to go to the comic book store on Wednesday to get the first several Blue Beetle issues but some stuff happened and yeah...Please, leave a review on your thoughts and opinions! Thanks for reading!