Chaos: Young Justice

Ch. 2 - Fireworks

A G-gnome sits on one of the desks in an expansive lab as Desmond paces across the center. Finally slowing as seven screens come down from the ceiling. All seven are active, but instead of pictures, white outlines counteract the blue background.

"Dr. Desmond, you require an audience with the Light?" A man's voice asks, anger clear in his tone.

"Yes. Very sorry to disturb you at this late hour." He says, seeming like a tiny mouse compared to the lion he acts like to Guardian and the others.

"Just make your report." Another man's voice speaks up, annoyance clear in his tone.

"Of course." Desmond says quickly. "Ahem." He clears his throat as he tries to buy himself time. "Well, we had a small fire, here at Project Cadmus. The origin of the incident is still unclear but seems to have attracted some... unwanted attention."

As he continues to speak the scene changes to show Kid Flash, Hex, Robin, and Aqualad unconscious in pods as Superboy watches over them.

"The four sidekicks, Robin, Aqualad, Hex, and Kid Flash breached security. They found and released the weapon, the Superboy. Of course, the clone is under our telepathic control and as ordered turned against his would-be liberators. The four are contained and we don't believe the League knows they're here." With that, he finishes his report then comes to why he really called them. "Uh... what should I do with them?"

"Clone them." The second male's voice says.

"The substitutes will serve the Light and only the Light." The deeper male's voice agrees.

"And the originals?" Desmond asks.

"Dispose of them." The deeper voice commands with no hesitation. "Leave no trace."

Desmond only smiles cruelly in response.

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"Time runs short." A male's voice says. "You must awaken." None of the teens even flinch. "You must awaken NOW!"

Kid Flash comes to, gasping for air and his green eyes flying open. The other three are just as alert now too. Their attention trained on the glaring Superboy before them.

"What? What do you want?" The speedster asks, his annoyance fighting his fear. "Quit staring. You're creeping me out."

"Uh, KF, how about we not tick off the guy who can fry us with a look?" Robin suggests to the seriously freaked out speedster.

"We only sought to help you." Aqualad tries to tell the clone, calmly.

"Yeah. We free you, and you turn on us." Kid Flash pipes up, clearly still annoyed at the minimum. "How's that for grat-"

"Kid, please, be quiet now." Aqualad firmly says to the younger teen. "I believe our friend was not in full control of his actions."

With the conversation gaining ground Robin activates a lockpick in the pointer finger of his glove and begins to work on his restraint.

"Wha- what if I..." he trails with an annoyed huff, his voice never been used so his words don't come out quite right and his tone is slightly scratchy. "What if I wasn't?" he manages.

"He can talk?" Kid Flash questions shocked. Superboy's hand clenches into a fist again as he practically growls his words at Kid Flash.

"Yes, he can." Superboy responded. The three look at Kid Flash who looks rather confused back at them.

"Not like I said, 'it' ." Kid Flash said to the others.

"The Genomorph taught you, telepathically?" Hex asked.