The Tale of Black Jaguar (Young Justice Fanfic)

4 years later

I woke with a start, frantically looking around. My heartbeat was racing. Then I realized I was having the dream again. The dream about my parents.

I looked at my clock, it was 6:45, I had to be at training at 7:00. I sighed and got up, changing into the costume I had gotten and became the ninja known, respected, and feared, as black jaguar.

As soon as I was ready I headed to training, this has been my routine ever since the dokugan ryu clan killed my parents and took me. They trained me to fight and use any weapon, I have also become incredibly intelligent for someone my age, heck, I'm smarter than most adults.

It's not like I wanted to become a part of this clan though, honestly, I would of rather died with my parents, but life sucks. It can never make things easy.

Life just hates me.

I was pulled out of my thoughts as I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked up to see my mentor, he was the one who was assigned to training me when I first got here.

"There will be no training today, but you do have a mission." He told me in a monotone.

My mentor didn't really care for me, he just kept me in line, in fact, nobody in the clan really cared. Everybody just kept me around for missions and jobs, other than that, there was only training.

This filled me with sorrow, my heart longed for someone to care, but I knew that was to good to be true.

Nobody would care.

Ever.

"What is it?" I asked, looking up at him.

"There's going to be a trade-off at the abandoned warehouse on pier 13 tonight, some rich rare and endangered animal collector, McCoy is his name, will be receiving a shipment. He's paying us a fair amount to send over someone to make things go smoothly, that'll be you." My mentor replied.

"Sir, if I may ask, what is the shipment?" I question, curious.

He smirked at this, "it's ironic, really. The man will be receiving an adult jaguar and her cub, both black colored."

My eyes widened in surprise. That was ironic.

Perfect, all I need is a little more irony.

I nodded to him and headed back to my room to get ready for the mission, I grabbed my double katana and utility belt armed with shuriken, smoke bombs, a grappling hook, and many other useful things. As soon as I was ready, I decided to pass the rest of the time by doing some training.

But for some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad would happen.

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(Okay guys, if you want to know what her costume looks like then go my rise of the black jaguar book and at the bottom of the first chapter you will find a description of her costume, I'm just to lazy to type it out now, sorry for the inconvenience.)

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At The abandoned warehouse on pier 13

I watched the trade go down between McCoy and some trapper, everything was going perfect, the shipment arrived on schedule and McCoy brought the money as promised.

The only thing left now is loading the jaguar's cage into an armed van.

I looked around me uneasily, when I walked in I noticed some forgotten chemicals in the warehouse, the were labeled 'danger' and 'highly combustible', which unnerved me, so many things could go wrong with those.

I shook the thought away, it was unlikely the chemicals would be a problem, I shouldn't worry so much.

I was standing besides McCoy, watching as four men tried to load the cage into the van, but to be honest, these guys were like the three Stooges plus 1, they kept arguing over stupid things and jostling the cage. Every so often McCoy would tell at them to be more careful, and he would get a few mumbled responses meaning they understood.

McCoy suddenly looked at me, "i must have a word with my trapping comrade outside for a moment, keep an eye on things, would you?" He said to me.

I nodded in understanding and he left with the trapper, leaving me and the four idiots.

I watched as they struggled to break the lock keeping the van door closed, rolling my eyes. These nitwits couldn't do anything right. I was about to move forward to break the lock for them when one of them exclaimed, "I have an idea!"

This wasn't going to be good.

"I'll blow the lock to bits!" The man declared as he attached an electric bomb he pulled from his pocket to the lock.

Crud.

That bomb was sure to set of the chemicals.

"Stop!" I shouted. But it was to late, they had already activated the bomb.

I have thirty seconds before it blows, causing the entire warehouse to explode from the chain reaction of the bomb's radiation and the chemical's molecules.

"Get out of here!" I commanded the Neanderthals, who took off running out the door. I keeled beside the bomb.

20 seconds.

I had to disarm it. I removed the metal plate covering the Bomb's main wiring.

16 seconds.

I nonchalantly began to rewire the bomb so instead of exploding, it would implode. One wrong wire and it would blow.

6 seconds.

I had a choice. Rewire the Red or blue wire to the black one.

5 seconds

4 seconds

3 seconds

I made my choice, quickly rewiring the red and black wire.

I should of choose blue.

In the next instant, the bomb exploded, sending me flying backwards, I hit the jaguar cage.

Then all I could see was white.

The world fell away from me.

So, what do you think?

Sayonara