Young Justice (fanfic) robin xOC

Fireworks pt.2

"You must awaken....you must awaken NOW!".
A voice said we woke up I looked at where I was my face still swollen I saw that I was in some type of capsule my hands bind to some metal cuffs I felt weak my Amazonian powers felt weak I looked up weakly.

"WG you ok"rob and Wally asked at the same time

"Im fine just a little weak but I...can still manage"I said (sorry for the italics)

-"Aah! - Attaboy".
"Dr.
Desmond, you require an audience with the light? - Yes.
Very sorry to disturb you at this late hour.
- Just make your report.
- Of course.
Ahem.
Well, we had a small fire here at project Cadmus.
The origin of the incident is still unclear, but it seems to Have attracted some Unwanted attention.
Aqualad, 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 3 are contained, and we don't believe The League knows They're here.
Uh, what should I do with them? - Clone them.
The substitutes will serve the light and only the light.
- And the originals? - Dispose of them.
Leave no trace.
- Time runs short.
You must awaken.
You must awaken now! - What? What do you want? Quit staring.
You're creeping me out.
I rolled my eyes at him though my face hurts.

- Uh, KF, how about we not tick off the guy who can fry Us with a look?" Rob said

Prepare the cloning procedure for the new project Sidekick now.

- Almost done here, doc.
- Where's the weapon? - Superboy? He carried the intruders to The cloning chamber.

- We have genomorphs for that! Get the weapon back in its pod now! - I don't see the harm in letting the kid Stretch his legs.
- Don't you now? - That clone belongs in a cage! - We only sought to help you.
- Yeah.
We free you, and you turn on us.
How's that for grat-- - Kid, please, be quiet now.
I believe our new friend is not in full control Of his actions.
- Wha--what if-- what if I wasn't? - He can talk? - Yes, he can.
- Not like I said, "it.
" - The genomorphs taught you telepathically.
- They taught me much.
I can read, write.
I know the names of things.
- But have you seen them? Have they ever actually let you see the sky or the sun? - Images are implanted in my mind, but no.
I have not seen them.
- Do you know what you are, who you are? - I am the Superboy, a genomorph, a clone made from The DNA of the Superman, created to replace him should He perish, to destroy him should he turn from the light.
- To be like Superman is a worthy aspiration, but like Superman, you deserve a life of your own beyond that Solar suit, beyond your pod, beyond Cadmus.
- I live because of Cadmus! It is my home! - Your home is a test tube.
We can show you the sun.
- Uh, pretty sure it's after midnight, but we can show You the moon.
- We can show you, introduce you to Superman.
- No, they can't.
They'll be otherwise occupied.
Activate the cloning process.
- Pass.
Batcave's crowded enough.
- And get the weapon back in its pod! - Hey.
How come he gets to call Supey an it? - Help us.
- Don't start thinking now.
See, you're not a real boy.
You're a weapon, and you belong to me! Well, to Cadmus.
Same thing.
Now get back to your pod! - Aah! - Unh! - Where's dubbilex? Ooh! Lurking as usual.
Get the g-gnomes downloading their memories.
When that's done and when you're sure the clones are Viable, delete the source material.
- Superboy, you live.
That gives you the right to follow your own path.
A weapon or a person, the choice is yours, but ask Yourself, "what would Superman do?" - I told you to get back to your-- - Don't give me orders.
- You here to help us or fry us? - Huh.
I don't seem to have heat vision, so I suppose Helping is my only option.
- Ahh.
Finally! Lucky Batman isn't here.
He'd have my head for taking so long.
- Seriously, that's what you're worried about? The whole League will have our heads after tonight.
- Free Aqualad.
I'll get kid mouth and WG