FudoTwin17: Hey, guys. It's been a while. I'm sorry if this chapter doesn't make sense, but I'm not exactly at my best right now, so sorry. I thank you all for your support on my trip and to tell you, everything went perfectly! I wasn't straining myself too badly, and we really made a difference out there, which really made me happy. :D Unfortunately, since I got back I haven't been feeling too well, so I've been sleeping (I'm an insomniac, so it's kinda weird and my mom thinks it's unhealthy) all day and all night. Seriously. I've been getting up at two in the afternoon, eating, and then going back to sleep. As well as that, I have other discomforts, but it doesn't matter too much so I'll just get on with it. :( So, I'm kinda hoping that there's nothing wrong with me. OO Anyway, thank you for your prayers and concerns, and I will continue to try to update (although I can't promise at the moment to update very much). Thank you guys so much! Okay, on to the good stuff. I don't own Young Justice. Um, this chappie will be a redo of Aluid Aquantances by request from my dear, amazing reviewer and fellow writer, Fighter1357. Thanks for the request! And the next chapter will probably be theirs, too, since I've been going in order of requests. ^^ Thank you!

When Under Control

Robin's eyes underneath the mask flashed to Rocket, who was busy containing Wonder Woman. His lips pursed. Many thoughts rushed through his head at a speed that might rival the Flash, but they were all interrupted as his dark blue orbs flashed upwards.

There on the level above, Batman was running forward to attack.

Look out! Robin yelled through the link. A scowl reached Robin's face as it hit him that this wasn't the man that he had known since he was eight, but a man hidden by mask, controlled by something completely wrong and horrifying. This wasn't Batman.

This was a villain.

Robin launched himself forward, hurtling over Rocket to try to send a kick at Batman, but fail and be tossed away easily. Thankfully, Robin noticed as he glanced back that Rocket had flown out of Batman's reach before the man could easily trip her and break her footing. Batman looked after her for a moment.

Batman turned around sharply to face Robin as the boy stood, eyes trained on his target. The look on Batman's face was completely ominous and poisonous to the boy that he had raised since the tragic end of the Flying Graysons, making Robin's heart trip on itself, but he stood anyway, face serious enough to kill. This wasn't the man he knew. Although his mind told him that, he kept seeing the person that he had known for so long, so many years instead of the controlled zombie that he was right then.

Batman cracked his knuckles, and Robin let himself find a steady stance. This wasn't going to be easy.

Quickly, too quickly for the mind-controlled man in front of him, Robin sent a hand into his belt secretively and at the perfect moment, threw two spheres that would (hopefully) give Robin a small bit of footing in the slippery terrain. Batman immediately drew up his cape as they exploded, leaving behind the inky gas that Robin worked best in.

The man backed up as Robin threw himself into the smoke, attacking at empty space only held by gases to be attacked from his side by the man that had always told him to protect it with a loud snapping sound. That was going to hurt in the morning. If he woke to see morning.

Robin could easily imagine not waking up for a month after this fight.

He prayed silently as Batman threw another punch that they would win.

. . .

Just above, hit after hit seemed to wrack the clone's body. And if you think that it didn't hurt, you would be wrong. Superman attacked with no remorse for his clone, the boy that he had so mistakenly ignored for months on end.

And Superboy felt that there was nearly nothing that he could do.

Another punch hit Superboy right in the jaw. Unlike Robin, he couldn't hear the crack of his body, but of the wall as he was thrown painfully into it. He could feel the crater being made at his expense. Of course, then gravity had to kick in. The clone almost wished he were back in his pod when his body met the floor. He slumped forward for a second feeling the pain race up his body.

But he couldn't waste time trying to wait for the pain to stop. Pain never stopped. Pain never waited. It simply did as it wished.

Superboy struggled to push himself up to see the man of steel before him, standing there with no will or care in the world for what he was doing. And staring painfully, Conner found that he wasn't Superboy staring at Superman, but Conner, a boy ignored by Superman, constantly wishing that the older of them would finally accept him, a secret wish that he pretended too much didn't exist.

Slowly, J'ohnn walked beside the man of steel, eying him as if he were ready to be rid of the pest of the Superboy. Ominously, the two aliens stood there, looking at the clone.

Somehow, Sphere and Wolf must have picked up on Conner's distress, because they were instantly there, attacking the two men. Sphere rolled off with the Martian while Superman was attacked by Wolf, who began with attempting to clamp down on the man's arm.

However, that didn't work as Superman simply lifted the dog up over his head and turned, throwing the animal down. As soon as the horrifying act was down, Sphere appeared, crushing Superman into the ground, smashing the floor and sending white pieces up into the air.

As the debris cleared, Conner stood. Slowly, as the heaviness in the air cleared, Sphere was lifted into the air by none other than the man of steel, whose anger seemed to finally reach the limit, despite being the toy of an evil entity. Sphere met the ceiling roughly, causing even more damage to the area.

Almost immediately, Superboy rushed at the man in front of him, ready to stop him at almost any cost. With a yell, he began his terrifying attack.

. . .

J'ohnn stood slowly, his eyes on the Kryptonians as he began to plan his first attack. However, before he could even develop a small idea, he felt an odd sensation in his back and let two hands reach out from his back to capture the only entity that could have been responsible; Miss Martian.

She de-camofloged herself as her chocolate eyes found themselves staring at the back of J'ohnn's head as it transformed into the front, eyes a piercing crimson.

Miss Martian stared at him for a time inconceivable to the human eye. This Martian was her family whether or not they were related. This was her family. She had come to love him just like every person on her team and at her school. This was her uncle.

But at the same time, he wasn't. His mind, complex and alien to the human mind, was being controlled by some people who thought it might be "fun" to take control of the Justice League of America.

This was her uncle. Miss Martian's family. In the flesh (or whatever it is that Martian's have).

But at the same time, he wasn't the being, the entity behind the red eyes that gave them their kind sparkle when he knew it was needed. No, this wasn't him. And the real him would want her to get him back, stop him from continuing in the wrong.

So that was what she was going to do.

Steadily and swiftly, she let her body transform into the monster she had been hiding for so long and looked down him with no emotion in her face, darkened with knowing. Sorry, Uncle J'ohnn. Miss Martian found herself apologizing. You leave me no choice.

Darkly, she let their eyes connect with agonizing absoluteness. And painfully, yet so easily, she trapped him in a ring of imaginary fire that burned with intensity that she now found she had without realizing it beforehand. His yell from inside his mind could only be heard by the two of them as she attached the solution to his and the rest of the League's problems.

She stood there only a moment staring at him before Superman's rough attack knocked her away.

Superboy grunted as his eyes snapped forward slightly panicked to see her white form thrown against the wall horrifically. Even with the loud noises of the debris and the other fighting, Superboy found himself only able to look at M'gann as she collapsed onto the ground with the strength of the man of steel.

A growl turned roar ripped out of Superboy's throat as he threw himself at the blue boy scout now cloaked in black as he turned at the sound and sent a pained punch at the boy, successfully throwing him through the ground and creating a crater in the one below as an acrobat flipped backwards, cape billowing with the erratic winds created from the boy's constant movement.

Robin landed quickly in a crouch with Batman in front of him in mere seconds, maybe even less. Batman swiped at the boy roughly as he span and attacked again only for the kid to duck and raise his hand defensively as a kick sprang up and threw the boy back. Robin let out a small yell as he flew back into another crouch, eyes wary and focused on his target as he drew his escrima sticks and ran forward at his opponent, spinning and hitting as Batman dodged and countered his attacks with too little effort.

Finally, Robin's eyes narrowed and he found himself throwing a kick only to be tossed away by his mentor as if nothing more than a rag doll as his weapons fell from his hands in the intense battle. Of course, Robin quickly flipped into a crouch, a too familiar snarling scowl on his face as he realized that Batman wasn't in front of him anymore.

He glanced back hurriedly only to be met with a painfully direct hit in the face. He let out a small groan type of yell as he was thrown forward into the hole that Superboy had made when Superman had punched him through the floor.

Just as Conner began to sit up, Robin landed almost spider-like next to him, serious and expecting the worst. His masked eyes went to his comrade. "We're not going to beat them one on one!"

"Plan B then!" Conner yelled back despite the close distance. It didn't matter if their opponents heard them or not. After all, their minds were kind of not there at that moment.

Their eyes flew up as Batman and Superman fell toward them, ready to kill mindlessly.

Conner grasped the bird and pulled him up, swinging him around for momentum before roughly throwing him at his mentor. However, instead of roughly hitting Batman against the wall and knocking him out like the two had planned, they both hurtled toward the wall for Robin to be roughly thrown into it.

Robin blinked for a moment, touching his head as the world seemed to spin in front of him. He couldn't figure out where Batman was, but he did find that his head wasn't happy as a fine gash had presented itself. He kept himself from groaning though, as he had looked over to find Conner desperately holding Superman back against the wall with shaking hands. He stumbled over, fiddling with something in his pocket.

"Sure about this?" Robin asked, vision starting to become hazy as he looked at the two struggling Kryptonians.

"Do it!" Yelled back Conner, eyes snapping to his younger friend.

As soon as the words left Conner's lips, a green glow seemed to take it's effect on the two aliens, causing fatigue to pull them to the ground with groans and much struggling. As soon as the boy put away the Kryptonite, Robin placed one of the countering chips on Superman's neck with Conner beginning to recover, groaning.

"Ugh. Kryptonite. It hurts." Slowly, he pulled himself to an upright position.

His eyes went up to his teammate as an extended hand came his way. "Which is why Batman keeps it in an overwhelmingly impenetrable vault at the Batcave."

Conner smiled before he let the younger one of them pull himself up. It was then that he saw the slight wobble to Robin's usual tight stance and the blood that had begun to drip down the boy's face. Now that the cone looked, he could see a small bit of the corner of the mask missing, torn off.

"Well, more like a whelmingly penetrable vault." The boy's voice seemed off, as if shivering.

Conner put a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Hey? You alright-" He couldn't even finish before a rough kick sent his teammate spiraling away.

Superboy's eyes widened as he rushed forward, trying desperately to interrupt Batman or hit him just once. However, the man seemed to know every movement he made and evaded them before Conner could even think of them. Quickly, the man's eyes seemed to land on his partner, who was coughing up blood as he barely stood, hand supporting himself against the wall as his other hand remained at his chest.

Instantly, the boy was panting, struggling with his mentor as a thin line of blood fell down his chin.

Before Superboy rushed forward with a war cry, he yelled at his unseen friends. We need some help down here!

. . .

We're on our way!

Artemis, Kaldur, and Wally all looked at one another, worry clear in their eyes as they ran toward where they knew their friends were. They ran down halls and in less than a minute, they realized why they were needed.

Superboy was just blasted into the wall next to the teens when they entered and watched as Robin was continuously hit, kicked, and injured. The boy had many areas of showing and probably hidden bloodied skin. Before the teens could even interrupt, Batman threw another punch, successfully knocking the kid halfway across the room into a wall.

"Robin!" Exclaimed Wally, running forward as a loud cracking sound filled his best friend's ears. He slid down the wall, coughing and gagging with a hand held roughly against his chest. As he reached the floor, his eyes moved painfully up to Wally. "Robin." Repeated Wally, worry and fear in his emerald eyes.

Robin's serious masked eyes met his as the sound of battle erupted around them. Slowly, his hand moved to Wally's to drop something in Wally's hand. Robin's mouth turned into a slight smirk as Wally realized what it was.

"Robin, you should-"

"At the moment, I kinda can't. Make this battle whelming, KF." Robin stated, smile still clear as day under the blood on his face. Just like that, he slumped against the wall. Wally felt fear erupt through him, but he didn't let it show. He would be back in a second.

Wally's hands still shook.

. . .

With a roar, Superboy rushed at Batman. The man, despite moving to dodge, suddenly was frozen. Silently, Superboy thanked M'gann for that. He managed to use enough force to knock his friend's father figure unconscious, but since Batman wore padding, Conner was sure that the man was only in a daze.

Suddenly, Superboy glanced over at Robin as the sound of his heart beating began to slow. Fear suddenly washed through him. No one died. No one was supposed to die. Robin wasn't dead yet, meaning that he had to end this quickly.

A yell containing more than anger ripped through his lips as he rushed at the Bat-like man once again, this time successfully knocking him out. It was then that Wally zoomed over to him and placed a chip on his neck.

He looked up at his friends who surrounded the unconscious man. "Come on. Rob's not doing so well."

All of their hearts sped up as they realized what this meant.

. . .

Slowly, Batman let his eyes behind the mask open. His mind was fuzzy and he found that he was kind of tired. Slowly, he sat up, trying to think of what had happened. He had been in the watchtower lab when-

His eyebrows furrowed. When something happened.

He glanced around to see extreme damage around him. Despite the new damages, though, Batman realized that it was in the watchtower. However, his wandering gaze froze when they fell on the group of teens to his left.

The partners were all surrounding something-No, wait. One of them was missing.

His partner was missing.

In an instant, Batman was standing despite newly found pains in his head and his right side as well as his arm. He was quickly moving toward them, an odd panic that Batman had felt before quickly rising in his mind.

And it was right. He froze when he saw his partner-his son on the ground. Kid Flash was holding a blood soaked cloth to the boy's head while Superboy, Rocket, and Zatanna tended to other wounds, the pieces of cloth in their hands quickly soaking up blood-too much blood.

"When are Red Tornado and Black Canary going to be back with that stretcher?" Zatanna asked, worry and fear clear in her posture.

"Hopefully soon." Replied Kid Flash, abnormally serious. But it wasn't abnormal. For his best friend, he was playing the serious role, working to keep his friend well.

Before Batman could stagger forward or ask anything, an archer was suddenly in his way, her eyes harsher than the horrid winds that moved waves. "Batman."

"What happened?" He asked, eyes working to remain on the girl instead of his son, bloody and battered.

"The Justice League had their minds controlled." She stated bluntly, a tenseness in her stance. "We found a way to release your minds, but we had to fight the League in order to use it."

"And Robin?" He asked, eyes wandering over to Robin, who let out a shallow breath, causing many of the teens just feet away to murmur and show other outward signs of worry and fear.

"He was battling you. You beat him up badly when he got smashed into the wall and he stopped his fight to help out Superboy with Superman." Her voice was cold, impassive, but Batman knew very easily that she cared as he noticed she had placed a solid barrier between him and Robin.

However, he wasn't worried about that at the moment. He was worried about the fact that his son had been hurt so brutally by himself. His eyes were trained on the wall that Robin had been smashed into. His body had caused that destruction. Batman released a sharp breath before taking a step toward Robin.

However, before he could take another step, Artemis placed herself between them again. Batman glared at the girl, protectiveness moving into his low growl. "Move."

"No." She stated, somehow resisting his glare yet looking deep into his eyes hidden by the cowl. "If Robin wakes up or somehow senses you and moves or something, he could jar a rib or try to escape and hurt himself worse. You can't be near him until after he wakes up."

Batman glared at her anyways. "Move." He repeated, even more emphasis on the word. But the girl still refused to move.

"You've done enough." Growled Artemis back, protectiveness making her do things she wouldn't normally do.

Some type of distress or pain must have made Megan aware to the situation behind her as she turned back and stood quickly, moving to resolve the situation. Her calming aura seemed infinitely greater as she stepped over. "Is everything alright, Artemis?"

Artemis didn't break her stare with the dark knight. "No. He can see Robin after he wakes up."

"I-"

Megan's gentle voice interrupted him. "Well, we don't want him getting more hurt. But after he wakes up and everything, it'll be perfectly fine for you to see him! Besides, we're not sending you out of the room or anything!"

Artemis let out an unhappy breath.

Batman's eyes went back to his son just as Black Canary and Red Tornado entered. "Fine." He stated darkly, turning with a dramatic flare of his cape.

The rest of the night would only bring more disaster upon them.

. . .

FudoTwin17: Yeah, sorry for the crappy ending and the rest. I know it's not that good, but it feels nice to write. I'm starting to get dizzy, so I'm gonna try to update and get some sleep. Sorry if this is late as well. The internet seems to be out. enO Okay, luv ya. Oh, that's right! Please request, request, REQUEST! And, after next chapter, I really don't want to do any more redo scenes. :( They're really hard. TT And I also don't plan on doing Tula's death either unless it appears in the show or it turns out that Tula is really alive like I suspect she is (as I don't think Kal would toss that kind of thing around while pretending to be evil and the fact that Artemis is now pretending to be dead as well, and the rest of my evidence that is probably wrong since I've been obsessing over this too much to be healthy) or anything like that. I may do the Jason scene, though. ^^ Luv ya, but I really gotta go now. Bye. Sorry about everything again. TT