Moonlit Hero - Young Justice Fanfiction.

chapter 7: Royal Duel

As the team slowly regained consciousness, they found themselves scattered across the battlefield, their bodies battered and bruised from the brutal onslaught of Maxima's power. Groaning in pain, they struggled to their feet, their minds reeling from the intensity of the battle.

Robin was the first to rise, his head throbbing as he surveyed the scene before him. "Is everyone alright?" he called out, his voice laced with concern.

Artemis staggered to her feet, wincing as she nursed a bruised rib. "I've been better, but I'll live," she replied, her voice strained with pain.

Kid Flash struggled to stand, his movements sluggish as he shook his head to clear the fog from his mind. "I've had better days, that's for sure," he muttered, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

Miss Martian hovered nearby, her telepathic senses probing the area for any signs of danger. "I don't sense any immediate threats, but we need to regroup and come up with a plan," she stated, her voice steady despite the chaos unfolding around them.

CJ floated above the battlefield, his tri-energy powers crackling with residual energy as he scanned the area for any signs of Superboy or Maxima. "We need to find Superboy and figure out where Maxima took him," he declared, his voice firm with determination.

Zatanna stepped forward, her eyes ablaze with determination as she surveyed the devastation around them. "I'll do what I can to track their energy signatures and pinpoint their location," she stated, her voice tinged with urgency.

With a nod of agreement, the team began to gather their strength, preparing to embark on their next mission. Despite the odds stacked against them, they refused to give up hope, knowing that their friend's life hung in the balance.

As Maxima and Superboy arrived on her home world, the young hero couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the grandeur of the castle that loomed before him. The architecture was unlike anything he had ever seen, with towering spires and intricate designs that spoke of centuries of history and tradition.

Maxima led Superboy through the ornate halls of the castle, her presence commanding respect and admiration from her loyal servants who bowed in deference as she passed. Superboy couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as he followed her, his mind racing with thoughts of escape and rescue.

As they reached the heart of the castle, Maxima's sister, Queen Bee, greeted them with a cold smile. Her eyes flickered with malice as she surveyed Superboy, her disdain evident in every word she spoke.

"Ah, Maxima, how delightful of you to bring us a guest," Queen Bee purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And who might this charming young man be?"

Maxima's lips curled into a smirk as she gestured towards Superboy. "This is Superboy, Queen Bee. He is a Kryptonian, and he possesses great strength and power. I believe he will make a valuable addition to our collection of slaves."

Superboy bristled at the mention of being a slave, his muscles tensing with anger. "I'm not here to be anyone's slave," he declared, his voice firm with defiance. "I demand to be released immediately."

But Maxima simply laughed, her voice echoing through the halls of the castle. "Oh, Superboy, you have such spirit. But I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter. You belong to me now, and you will do as I command."

With a flick of her wrist, Maxima signaled her loyal servants to take Superboy away, leading him to a cell deep within the bowels of the castle. As the heavy iron door slammed shut behind him, Superboy felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was trapped, alone in a foreign world with no hope of escape.

But even in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds, Superboy refused to give up hope. He knew that his friends would come for him, that they would stop at nothing to rescue him from the clutches of Maxima and her sister.