Allies

Freedom

Chapter 3

A/N: hey everyone. Glad to see y'all back. Hope y'all're enjoying the rewrite so far. I know I've gotten some protests about reworking the series, but I think in the end, it's going to be a lot better than when I initially wrote this.

Anyways, I just own the story, Emerald belongs to my friend Sil Vaturha 98, nothing else is mine.

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Telepathy/flashbacks

"Bumblebee talking."

Washington D.C. July 5 00:01EDT.

"Time runs short. You must awaken. You must awaken now!"

Pain stabbed through his skull and glowing blue eyes snapped open as Bumblebee's consciousness returned to him with the speed of a lob. The first thing he noticed was that his comrades were trapped in pods similar to the one they found the clone in, however they had metal cuffs on all their wrists, keeping them contained.

Tugging at his own limbs, he could feel the sensation of something pressing restraining his movements. Not that he was surprised, if his less dangerous friends were restrained, of course he was too.

"What do you want?!" Kid Flash exclaimed and Bumblebee followed his gaze, eyes narrowing at the clone. He was so going to kick his aft later. "Quit staring! You're creeping me out!"

"KF," Emerald spoke up, looking annoyed, "how about we not tick off the guy who can fry us with a look."

Bumblebee rolled his eyes, yeah right. He saw the clone's stats. He wasn't even a full Kryptonian, he doubted he had all their powers. And, if he did, he would've used them to fairly try to win their fight; not use the monsters like a Decepticon coward.

"We only sought to help you," Aqualad said.

"Yeah! We free you and you turn on us! How is that for—"

"KF, shut up," Emerald snapped, glaring at the speedster. "I don't think our new friend was in full control of his actions.

"Whaa...What if I wasn't?" the clone, Superboy, managed to reply.

"He can talk?!"

The Kryptonian clone glared at him, "Yes. He can."

"Not like he said it," Robin commented.

"The genomorphs taught you, telepathically," Aqualad remarked.

Superboy gave a curt nod. "They taught me many things. I can read, write. I know the names of things."

"But have you ever seen them?" Robin inquired. "Have they ever let you see the sky? Or the sun?"

"Images are implanted in my mind," he answered. "But no, I have not seen them."

"Do you know what you are?" Emerald asked. "Who you are?"

"I am Superboy, a genomorph, grown from the DNA of Superman. Created to replace him should he perish, to destroy him should he turn from the Light."

Behind his mask, 'Bee frowned. He did not like the implications of those words. "To be like Superman is a worthy aspiration. But like him you deserve a life of you own. Beyond this place."

"I live because of this place!" Superboy snarled. "It's my home!"

"Your home is a test tube," Robin reminded. "We can show you the sun."

"Dude, it's half past midnight by now," KF muttered. "But we can show you the moon."

Pulling at his restraints, the metal groaned and Bumblebee ripped himself from the wall. glass broke around him and he landed on the ground, putting his hands on his hips as he regarded the clone. He didn't like him, and he certainly didn't trust him. But, of there was a chance he could be redeemed from his past mistakes, now was it. "We can show you, introduce you, to Superman. If you prove you aren't our enemy. We can give you freedom. I doubt any of the scientists here have ever offered that." Without waiting for an answer, 'Bee went over to the controls, quickly pressing the buttons to release his comrades. The glass pulled back as the cuffs unclicked allowing the other four to land on the ground, rubbing their wrists.