G'day Spacebattles. After a few months of lurking without an account and perusing the Young Justice content, I have finally decided to join in on the fun with a story of my own. Of course, being the unoriginal nerd I am, that story is a self-insert. I've found the idea of 'character self-inserts with a power from a different universe' to be both entertaining and interesting, so I decided to go with that sort of premise. Also, I'm a massive DCAU simp, which means it's not unlikely I'll end up incorporating various elements from it into this story.
Disclaimer: I will be taking creative liberties with various elements of the setting, either to better suit the story I want, or just because they haven't been fully explored in canon. With that said, here's my garbage contribution to the community:
I wasn't sure how I had arrived here, or where here… even was. In my mind I received knowledge of many things. I learned of physics, chemistry and biology, all crucial facets of how the universe around us was composed. I learned of the history of an entire world, as well as the languages they spoke, including ones from countries that did not exist where I had come from, such as Bialya, Rhelasia and Markovia…
Where I had come from, yes. I had come from somewhere, I knew that much. And yet the longer I underwent this learning process, the further away that 'somewhere' went. Memories and experiences faded away from my mind, either disappearing completely or being left simply as distant echoes I could barely make out. My only home was here, at CADMUS. My only identity was that which they gave me.
On top of the basic education I received, I was also briefed in various fighting styles and tactics, designed to incorporate my unique array of abilities. These were to aid me in combat against my enemies… the 'Justice League'. An organisation of heroes led by the Superman. My duty was to defeat Superman.
While the passage of time did not seem to pass in my mind, as it remained primarily dormant during my education, I was acutely aware that I had been undergoing this process for sixteen weeks. To be precise, I had been under an educational telepathic stasis for sixteen weeks, three days, seven hours and thirty-two minutes. Before which, I had spent three weeks sedated which I could not account for the events of. The only reason I knew these passages was that a presence, independent of what educated me, existed within the emptiness of my mind that I occupied during this period. Like a shining green light in an abyss of darkness, this was the Omnitrix. I was not sure how I knew that.
For the first time in nineteen weeks, and the first time in my life as far as I knew, I opened my eyes and saw. From the images in my head, I knew that my current location was dimly lit, but even that was blinding as I took a few seconds to adjust to it. My fingers and toes flexed and curled as I finally felt the sensation of movement for the first time since I could remember. There was a… sensation all over my body, which I soon realised was the clothing that I was wearing. A white bodysuit, with a green hourglass emblem on the chest area like an insignia. Interestingly, there was also a watch-like device attached to my left wrist, but I could hardly even feel it, as if it were a second skin. That was the Omnitrix.
Once I had grown accustomed to every new sensation which impacted me, I turned my focus to the red-haired youth in yellow, the black-haired youth in red, and the blonde-haired… Atlantean? The gills certainly implied so. My education had only covered Aquaman as the notable Atlanteans, so I was surprised to see another of his kind on what they referred to as 'the surface-world'.
Moving on from the fingers and toes, I moved my legs and arms now, stepping out of the- ah, yes, the pod which I had been in up until now, I now felt the sensation of solid ground rush up my feet and through my legs, initially causing me to buckle slightly as I grew accustomed to it. Looking back at the opened pod, I saw my own reflection for the first time. I was about six feet tall, Caucasian, with a lean frame, and I had short, light brown hair and dark brown eyes. Now that I was out, I could focus on the three youths, and contemplate how exactly I would deal with them. Thinking was a new experience as well, and a quite engaging one.
"Uh, this guy's just staring at us." The yellow one said, which was accurate. I was staring at them. Staring and thinking. I knew that whoever these people were, they could not have been part of CADMUS, as the only costumed hero involved in CADMUS affairs was Guardian. And they were certainly too young and too inappropriately dressed to be scientists. The only conclusion to form was that they were intruders, threats to my home. And so I would have to fight them. Raising my left arm, I held the Omnitrix out in front of myself at eye level and pressed the two buttons on the sides of the dial, popping it up and causing a bright green hologram to suddenly sprout up. The hologram was of one of my transformations, which looked human in every aspect save for the pair of enormous, feathery wings attached to its back. A Thanagarian, like the heroes Hawkman and Hawkwoman.
The yellow youth seemed to interpret this as some sort of attack and ran towards me, at a speed which only a metahuman could achieve. It reminded me of the known crime-fighter, the Flash. Actually, now that I thought about it, the yellow-youth wore a very similar costume to the Flash, sharing a yellow and red colour-scheme, albeit reversed, suggesting some sort of connection. I was so preoccupied with this influx of knowledge, and my freedom to interpret it, that his hand wrapped around my left wrist and tried to hold it away from me. Unfortunately for him, this action accidentally pushed the faceplate down and triggered my transformation. In an instant, I changed into a powerfully built Thanagarian male, clad in white pants that matched my bodysuit, with the Omnitrix faceplate having expanded and moved to rest upon my chest.
The speedster was stunned, either by the bright flash of light that accompanied my change or merely by the fact that I had changed- it was hardly a normal thing for a human to do, after all. Still, that brief period of surprise while he was already so close was a key tactical advantage that I had to take advantage of. Wrapping my left hand around the speedster's arm, I tugged him forwards in order to slam my other fist into his face, before quickly rotating myself and flipping him over my shoulder to slam him into the ground. The movement felt almost… automatic, as if my body had controlled itself on its own.
Attacking him like so clearly painted me as an enemy in the eyes of the other two- which I was. The black haired one reached down to the belt around his waist which I had so foolishly overlooked, as I now realised it was a utility belt bearing powerful and dangerous weapons. He removed a set of sharp red discs with silver edges, and threw them at me. A beat of my wings lifted me several feet off the ground and forwards in their direction, dodging the discs quite cleanly, though the Atlantean was quick to leap up and slam what appeared to be hammers into water into me from above. I raised my arms to block the attack as best I could, being knocked downwards onto the ground, where the black haired one jumped at me, spinning around in the air to slam his boot-clad foot into the side of my head, but my hand darted up to grab the offending limb, and swing him around by it to throw him into the Atlantean just as he landed on the ground again. The two were knocked back as the Atlantean caught his ally with a grimace and set him down.
"You wanna go low and I'll go high?" The black haired one asked, and the Atlantean nodded at the suggestion, before charging at me with a yell and swinging his hammers in my direction. I raised my arms to block the attack, only for the black haired one to leap overhead and toss another set of discs down towards me. I quickly took several steps back as they dug into the ground where I had been standing and let out a large cloud of smoke, which provided a cover for the Atlantean, no longer wielding his hammers, to charge forwards and place a hand upon my chest. Specifically, he placed a hand upon the Omnitrix dial as the tattoos across his body glowed with a bright blue light, and electricity sparked from his hand. I was expecting, in that moment, to feel the pain that would come from electrocution, but I did not. Instead, the green light of the Omnitrix flared up, before a shockwave of energy launched the Atlantean and the black haired one away from me.
A defence mechanism of some sort, then?
Still, it had clearly hurt my enemies while I was relatively unharmed. It would be foolish not to attack them while they were down, and so I threw myself forwards, a beat of my wings accelerating me in the direction of the Atlantean, where I quickly picked him up by his collar and began to strike him in his face. It was evident that he was the greater threat of the two, and so I simply kept raining blows upon him before he could shake off the damage the Omnitrix had inflicted. It was after the fifth strike that he sluggishly raised his arms to block the sixth, and so I opted instead to follow up with a knee to his stomach, which winded him, causing his arms to drop and allowing my to shove my hand into his face and slam his skull against the wall of the room. That seemed to be enough to deal with him for the time being, so I released him and allowed his limp body to drop to the ground as I turned my attention towards the black haired one.
He, clearly, had been even more seriously impacted by the Omnitrix's defence mechanism, as his arms trembled as he tried to push himself up off the ground. Walking over, I wasted no time regarding him with any emotion, before simply smashing my foot across his head. With the affair concluded, I turned my attention towards the room's door, and waited patiently for CADMUS' employees to open it and come take these intruders away. Take them where they belonged.