Fire licked the open skies as overhanging storm clouds struck with lightning. The world below was still, silent. Nothing dared to move it seemed in the decimated wasteland that had once been Konohagakure No Sato. The once great village had been reduced to nothing but rubble, and had been littered with the bodies of the deceased. Blood flowed freely across the Earth, staining it an unhealthy crimson.

"It's over... Obito!" The silence was shattered by a teenager's angered roared. The teen, a blond haired, blue eyed, whisker marked boy stalked across the wasteland. Crimson blood dribbled from the corner's of his lips as he stumbled towards the only other life form in the district. The man, Obito Uchiha, ground his teeth together as he fought against pain.

Dragging himself backwards, pain spread throughout his entire body like a wild fire consuming a forest. "Do you truly believe that you've won... Naruto?" The man questioned his adversary as he continued to pull his beaten form backwards. In his movements, he passed his broken, mutilated war mask. It had been shattered under the strength of one of Naruto's patented Rasenshuriken.

"You were beaten from the beginning, Obito. You never had a chance of achieving your psychotic plan!"

"You're a very delusional child, Uzumaki." The Uchiha goaded as he stopped dragging himself, allowing his head to fall back to the Earth.

"Aren't you one to talk?" Naruto questioned as he continued his track towards the black haired shinobi. "You're so insane, you followed a mentally unstable old man's ramblings! To release a demon from the moon? Who follows a plan like that!?"

"They who wish to bring peace to the Earth."

"Face it. You bought into Madara's ramblings before you even weighed the outcome! If he told you to jump, you asked him, 'How high?'. And when he told you to take over the entire world? You asked, 'How soon?'. It's pathetic."

"You're wrong." Obito returned evenly as he fought against his injuries, bringing himself to his feet. "I truly wish that you could see, and hear, yourself from my standpoint! You've allowed the world around you and what you want it to be to blind you! You're blinded to the change that must come through me and only me!"

"You are not a god, Obito. No matter how great you assume yourself to be, you're nothing but a mortal. Just like me, and just like everyone else. You have no right to try to rule us."

"You don't understand!" The older shinobi cried out with a harsh glare. "I am not condemning this world that has condemned me so. I am saving it! Saving it from itself! I am bringing peace to a world where only war is known! Do you not grasp this concept!?"

"No... I don't! We don't need your saving, Obito. We don't want it!"

"You don't need it!?" Obito called as the distance between he and Naruto slowly became smaller and smaller. "You're mistaken, Uzumaki! This world can never achieve peace without me! I am the messiah that has come to save it from itself!"

"Listen to yourself!" Naruto called before halting in his tracks. His upper torso, revealed through his shredded jacket top, bled heavily as he indicated around himself with outstretched arms. "And look around! These men and women that lie around you, dead? They are men and women who have hated each other since the creation of their villages.

"They have coexisted together for years knowing nothing but hate for the other. And yet, when the time came, they banded together! They fought and died for others that they had never even blinked at. That, Obito, is called camaraderie! It may be an aspect that you've forgotten. It's the only true path to peace!" Obito laughed insanely at Naruto's anger.

"Is that what you call peace? Camaraderie!? Let me open your eyes to the true facts here, Naruto! These people, the ones you say have delved so close together in camaraderie? They would have not come together had it not been for me! The temporary peace that exists between the villages is only because of me! And true peace can never persist without me!

"Face it, Uzumaki... Those words you speak? They're the ramblings of a dead man! The ramblings of Jiraiya!"

"And the words that spill from your mouth!? They're not your own words, Obito! They're Madara Uchiha's. Newsflash, he's dead now!"

"You have a sharp tongue! It's too bad that your weapons of destruction were not as harsh as your words!" Naruto growled angrily as pain erupted throughout his body, forcing him to double over with unbearable pain.

"Your game is over. You've lost, Obito." The dark haired man's nose wrinkled at the indication of Naruto's words. Blue eyes rest on swirling red and rippling purple as Obito's grew brighter. The world around Naruto seemed to fade away into nothing. A perfect landscape of a white void. Color eluded the vast white space for the longest of moments.

Then, red and black began to intermix, swirling around Naruto's head violently. The whisker marked teenager cried out violently as he fought at them, trying to swat the colors away as if they were a swarm of bees. From the void before him, colors erupted once again, though faded. Konoha sat, reconstructed and refurbished. Naruto's eyes widened in shock as civilians were built from the ground up, bustling to and fro with groceries in their hands.

"W-What's going on... A genjutsu?" A malice filled chuckle flowed seamlessly through the air as Obito appeared next to his adversary, unmarred by their battle.

"Genjutsu? No. This is the power of the Rinnegan, Naruto. The partial ability to see into the future. Amazing, isn't it?" Naruto's eyes narrowed angrily as he spun, attempting to punch the elder man. His fist seemed to phase directly through the man's body. "You're so quick to become violent, Uzumaki."

"Whatever this is that you're showing me? I'm not buying it! This isn't the future... This is some genjutsu that you cast on me using that damn Sharingan!" Obito's harsh chuckled filtered the air once again as he grasped Naruto's arm firmly, gesturing to the Hokage mountain. Beared upon its surface was the likeness of one, Sasuke Uchiha. As Naruto released a gasp of surprise, Obito jerked him violently.

The surrounding villagers glared at Naruto angrily, whispering back and forth about the 'Demon'. It was a cliché, and something directly out of his childhood. "You should do better, Obito! I don't buy this at all. The villagers calling me demon? That hasn't happened in a while. What, is this one of my suppressed memories?"

"Suppressed memories? No. I've already told you, ignorant boy, this is the future. Or a possible outcome of it, anyway." Naruto released a harsh noise from the back of his throat as he jerked his arm away from Obito.

"Oh? And do tell while I'm stuck here in your genjutsu. What do you mean, possible future?" Obito smiled grimly as he glanced to the blond out of the corner of his eyes.

"There are two possible futures to come. One where you've bested me. And one where I've brought eternal peace to our world. This... is the world where you've bested me."

"Really? Well, for a world without you, it seems pretty peaceful. Despite the fact that I've been called a demon."

"Does it now? Then let me give you the details of this world. This world that you've fought so hard to bring about. You were right. Camaraderie did bring about peace in the Elemental Nations. For five months." Naruto snorted in disdain as he turned away from the Uchiha.

"Why don't you just torture me? This genjutsu, it's not doing anything for your case."

"Don't ignore the truth! For five months peace will persist if you succeed in my death. But only for that measly amount of time. The treaties between all villages will fall apart! You spoke the words yourself, did you not? The villagers of the Nations have known nothing but hate for each other since the days of their birth. And that hate could never turn into peace with your camaraderie theory.

"With the treaties falling apart, Konoha became significantly weaker as the Sixth Hokage was announced. Your best friend, your brother, Sasuke Uchiha. You were too war torn during the election to ever have been considered for the promotion. They needed a scapegoat. And who better than you? After all, you killed Madara Uchiha. You killed Obito Uchiha. You killed the Akatsuki in general!

"All impossible feats on their own. Therefore, with that type of power, you yourself must be a demon. Or something more. That's their logic. The logic of the world you strive to create. It will burn and fester like an infected wound with my death until it implodes in upon itself and kills everyone caught within the radius!"

"And what of your fabled world of peace!?" Naruto exclaimed angrily, as he observed the world around him. "What of the world where you control everything!? Is there no emotion there? Is that how you wish to create 'eternal peace'!?" Obito chuckled harshly as he placed an iron like grip on Naruto's shoulder.

"My world is a world where I give everyone what they want. The ultimate genjutsu where they are allowed to live the life they so wish to. And should their wish ever change, their world will do so as well. A never ending world of peace between everyone. Is that not what you wish for, young Uzumaki!? Is that not the world that you want!?

"Look around you and see what your way will bring! Your dream of Hokage is already shattered! Lay it down and take up the cause of something better. Something greater! Surrender the Kyuubi to me so that I may bring our world the peace it so rightly deserves!" The younger shinobi snarled angrily as he swerved, coming eye to eye with Obito.

"This world is a lie. I refuse to believe the ramblings of an insane man as you have. I will never surrender my will to you. No matter what you show me in here, you will die out there." Obito's features spread into a smile as his right eye glowed an angry red.

"Is that so? Then perhaps I will force you to live a dozen deaths."

"Go ahead. Itachi Uchiha did that to Kakashi-Sensei years ago. If he survived it, it'll only fatigue me." An insanely mad cackle filtered throughout the 'Future Konoha' as Obito's eyes expanded.

"Oh, not your death, Naruto. No, the death of all of your friends. Your comrades. The way they will die in your future. By your own hand."

"You lie!"

"Do I? After you defeat me, they no longer have faith in you. You're a monster. You're no hero, Naruto. You've never been a hero."

"I... I-I'm no hero..." The blond droned as he gazed hypnotically into Obito's eye sockets. "I... I've never been a hero..."

"That's right, Naruto. You're beginning to understand the concept I've been trying to bestow to you all along! Now... rejoice in your friend's blood as you slaughter them, just as you will in five months time if you succeed in my death!" As he spoke these words, Naruto's sensei, Kakashi, bled into existence before them. Lightning cackled dangerously in his hand as he glared at the blond, their surroundings breaking away into a bridge surrounded by a rather large river.

"The only man who believed in you after you killed me. And yet, he never stood up for you. Because, deep down inside, we both know he's dead to the world around him. He could care less about the outcome of our battle. If only his pain would be washed away. Say... by a madman's ingenious plan. He could no longer care for you though. Not after you killed, Sakura. Your sweet, darling, Sakura. We'll get to her death after I show your her deceit... With your best friend..."

Kakashi's form, when had seemed to have been frozen in time, suddenly unfroze as he shot forwards, his eyes filled to the brim with rage. "Naruto!"

"Kakashi-Sensei! No!"

Break

Kakashi gasped as he slid to a halt at the edge of the decimated Konoha. One very lucky shinobi had been able to escape the war zone to spread the new that Obito had been on the verge of defeat. That report was either sorely mistaken, or no longer accurate. Naruto lay on the ground, his body seemingly lifeless.

His eyes, which were always so alive, so defiant, had become dull. Lifeless. His mouth sat barely parted, the rise and fall of his stomach the only indication that he was still alive at all. Near him, Obito Uchiha sat, crouched, his right hand outstretched. From the seal on Naruto's abdomen, a steady stream of malevolent red chakra extended, condensing into a ball with a fox's head at the end. The ball of chakra moved towards Obito's outstretched hand.

"Hello, my old friend." Obito spoke with disinterest, as if he had just noticed Kakashi's presence. "How are you on the day of your best friend's victory?"

"You're not my best friend, Obito." Kakashi snarled angrily as he sidestepped around Naruto's body. "Not anymore."

"No? That wounds me, Kakashi. But not as much as you wounded Rin!" Obito laughed bitterly as Naruto's back arched in with a silent scream, leaving his mouth in an 'o' shape. "It's poetic justice it seems. Just as I stumbled upon you, ripping the light of my life away from this world, you've stumbled upon me ripping your hope away!"

"Naruto!" Kakashi called to his student as Obito shook his head in disappointment.

"He can't hear you."

"Naruto! Don't let him do this! Fight against him! Don't let him take the Kyuubi from you! It will destroy our world! The world you've promised to protect!"

"He can't hear you, Kakashi! Moreover, he doesn't want to hear you! He's accepted the words of a higher calling! He's sacrificing himself, so that this pathetic little world may know peace!"

"Naruto would never give up! He's better than you, and he's better than me. It's below him to give up on his comrades!"

"It was! It was below him! Before I broke him. I've shattered his heart, and his mind. His soul is begging to be released. And I am all too happy to bring that release." Kakashi released a startled sound at the words as his eyes fell back on his former genin. His heart ached as he realized the truth in his former comrades words.

Naruto had given up. Not only in his battle for greatness, but on his comrades. He had given up on humanity in general and laid down the drive that had gotten him through so many impossible scenarios. He was allowing the insane Uchiha to take utter control of the world he had fought so hard to protect. He truly had been broken. "I'm so sorry, Naruto... I was just too late... again." Kakashi whispered as he fought the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.

"But... I can't let Obito rule our world. He can't have the Kyuubi." Kakashi snapped his eyes open as a vortex ripped itself open in the air above his blond haired pupil. The empty blackness that swirled above him was a sharp contrast to the white void that he had previously been a part of.

"What are you doing Kakashi!? No, stop!" Obito cried with rage as he rushed towards his former comrade.

"Kamui!" Naruto's body was instantly dragged off into the vortex as Obito impaled his former silver haired friend on a Kunai Knife. The vortex remained ripped open in the air as the malicious red chakra continued to flow into the condensed ball. Then, as the last of it condensed, the vortex slammed shut. Obito cackled maniacally as he grasped the large Fox ball of chakra.

"How rich! Even with your interference, I've still obtained my goal! And you've even rid me of Uzumaki! Just in case he had any resolve left?" His chilling laughter echoed over the decimated perimeter of Konoha as he stalked towards Kakashi's now prone form. "Now, old friend... You die!"

Break

Mark Desmond paced back and forth in one of the upper layers of Cadmus. He had worked for the company for some odd years to serve a greater purpose. To serve the Light. That allowed him all of the research material that he needed to make a clone of Superman that would rise to take his place when the real Man of Steel fell. In the process to achieve that goal, they had run through a plethora of experiments.

The first original experiment had simply been injecting a human with alien genes. That had been Project: Superman, and the test subject had died just a few short years later. Following this, they had tried to simply build a Kryptonian. It had succeeded, partially. However, Project Doomsday had been an uncontrollable monster that had wreaked havoc upon Metatropolis before it had been defeat by Superman.

The next attempt at creating a clone of Superman had been a more direct method. Using technology supplied by Lex Luthor, the spliced Superman into two separate beings. This project had, unfortunately, resulted in the existence of Bizarro. With that specific failure in mind, they had returned to their roots, so to speak, of cloning Superman with Project Match. They had succeeded in creating the clone, but with the lapses left in his DNA by the Kryptonian side, he became unstable and had been locked away deep in Cadmus.

With the failure of match, Cadmus and the Light had given up on attempting the cloning process for sometime. That was, until they captured the Green Arrow's sidekick, Speedy. They had cloned him and sent the duplicate in as a mole. It was how they had acquired more of Superman's DNA. Along with Superman's DNA, they had also, miraculously, been provided with DNA from one of the Light's former acquaintances, General Zod.

Considering that Zod had been locked away some years ago by Superman, they were lucky to have attained as much as they had. With the Speedy clone operating, Desmond had had a stroke of brilliance, so to speak. So, with the donor of Lex Luthor, he had filled in the gaps left by Superman's Kryptonian DNA, creating Project Kr. It had been a splendid moment when it was revealed that the clone was fine, and perfectly stable.

But it wasn't enough. The Light demanded more, so much more, from Desmond. They wanted one more clone. Stronger, better, faster than Project Kr. And with Kr's success, he had an inkling on how to do that. He just needed a human donor to replace their genetic molecules. They didn't necessarily have to be alive. No, Desmond would have preferred them dead.

It would allow him to replace the DNA inside of the clone as it grew in its incubator. But, even with Cadmus and The Light's backing, Desmond didn't have the measures to bring in a human alive, or dead. Let alone one that would be able to withstand the bonding process in the weeks to come. The body would have had to have been used to stress and rehabilitation. He just didn't know where he would able able to acquire such a human.

Suddenly, from the window nearest to him, an illuminatingly white flash drew his attention as it temporarily blinded him. Rushing to the clear substance, he cast the blinds aside as a vortex ripped itself open in thin air. Then, a boy was spat out of it, like food from a mouth, slamming into the concrete below. The boy's head lolled to the side, his eyes starring directly into Desmond's. The scientist smirk as he snapped his fingers, two guards appearing near him. The boy was definitely dead.

Pointing from the window to the streets below, he gave his command. "Bring me that body... Now!"

-Cadmus

Project Prime

Week 5, Day 2-

Desmond grinned enthusiastically as he watched Project Prime, the designation he had given upon cloning the deceased boy, emerge from the 'Super Soldier' Pod. It was a pod used years beforehand in the military to increase military personal strength and speed. It did little for Kryptonians, but what it did would be a great contribution to the project. It had taken four weeks for Desmond to clone the dead boy and replace his cellular molecules.

It had been quite the task. Using Project Match's original setup, with Doomsday's contribution of being fully Kryptonian, he had been able to combine the two projects. Essentially, despite the boy's looks, he had been made into a full on Kryptonian. More so, it made him into an adaptable Kryptonian, through Doomsday. Then, it had been an entirely different process molding Superman and Zod's DNA to him.

There had, however, been one ultimate downside to the entirety of Project Prime thus far. He had, at some point in his 'rebirth', so to speak, he had retained his memories. Using Luthor's resources, they had been able to observe these memories. Interesting as they were, they had infuriated Desmond. Not the torture that he had received, no. He cared little for that fact.

It was more so to the fact that there had been an entire world of potential. A world where super humans were basically the normal. And the knowledge of how to penetrate that world was forever lost to him, along with the demonic power that had once belonged to his project. Even worse, his project's character already seemed broken. That was unacceptable. Desmond's projects were never broken until they were obsolete. And he was the one who would break them.

Overall, however, there was one, one, measly little upside to the entirety of the situation. Project Prime seemed to have retained the ability to use the techniques that powered the superhuman like abilities of his donor's original world. Desmond just needed to instill in him the drive to use it. As, upon awakening, he had defiantly spat in Desmond's face, stating, "A broken tool is a useless tool."

He had hoped that the Super Soldier Pod would have helped him in that area. Not only did it boost strength and speed, but it boosted other aspects of a person's character. However, looking down upon the former 'Kyuubi No Kitsune's' container, Desmond knew that his goal had not yet been achieved. He still had much, much work to do with Project Prime before he could best his predecessor.

-Week 5, Day 4-

Desmond sat, giddy, as he watched Project Prime and Project Match attempt to literally disembowel each other. He had waited a day between Prime's experiment before matching him with his long time predecessor. After all, what better way to prepare Prime for the task of trumping Project Kr, and later Superman himself, than starting at the bottom of the Kryptonian ladder.

He had expected Prime to refuse to battle, to allow Match to simply best him. Yet, war and battle seemed to run through the boy's blood. All of Desmond's attempts to goad the teen into using his powers seemed for naught, as he readily used them in battle. At the first tense of Match's muscles, Prime had shot forwards and began an onslaught of murderous combinations.

To the first clone's credit, he had tried his greatest to return the battle. But, as it seemed, Match was simply no match for Prime, who decimated him within moment. The black haired clone lied on the floor, panting as blood dribbled down his chin. Prime's arm was drawn backwards, wind whipping around his outstretched hand like a blade. On a blank notepad, Desmond scribbled away about the interesting ability before standing to his feet.

"Bravo, Project Prime! Bellissimo! Such a spectacular fight!" The scientist cried out from his place safely behind Kryptonian proof glass. The latest clone turned his head to stare cold, unemotionally at Desmond. Truly, the memories of his donor had broken him more than the original boy himself. "Now, do what you will one day do to Superman! Finish him!"

Project Prime continued to stare at Desmond for the longest moment, the wind whipping around his hand fiercer and fiercer. The clone's head turned, his eyes meeting the blue ones of Match. They were exactly the same as his own. The older clone stared up at his successor before closing his own eyes, leaning his head back in submission to his death. The wind around Prime's hand died.

"No."

"Excuse me!?"

"I said no. If I am truly Superman's clone, despite our obvious dissimilarities, then I should hold values the same as him. Superman would not kill Match. Neither will I."

"Is that so!?" Desmond cried from his observatory.

"Yes. I believe it is. In fact, Superman would go so far as to induct him into his family. Therefore, Match is my brother. Now and forever."

"Your brother!?" Desmond questioned with a laugh as he clutched his sides, still grasping at his notepad. "What do you say about this then, Project Match? A clone who can not do what he was programmed to, your brother?" The black haired clone's attention fell on the glass that Desmond sat behind for a long while before he nodded his head.

"Project Prime seems to be just as defective as I. Just in a different way. Yes, I'd say he is my brother." Desmond snarled viciously as he slammed his fist against the glass in front of him.

"Guards! Seize them and return them to their opposite pods! Make sure they don't have any more encounters until farther notice."

-Week 5, Day 7-

Desmond had avoided his latest project for the rest of the week, though he now sat in front of him, the clone chained to the walls and ceilings surrounding them. "How does it feel?" Desmond questioned as he observed the teen. The boy's eyes glared menacingly at him before looking away. "Oh, don't want to talk? Well too bad! The Light has designated Project Kr, your inferior, The Superboy! How does that feel?

"To know that you're supposed to be his superior. And yet? He's the one being designated as Superboy! Do you know what that means? Well? It means you're nothing but a project now! Useless! I could cast you aside without a worry in the world!"

"It makes me feel like a couldn't care less." Desmond drew back, away from Prime, before wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"No... I suppose you couldn't. You were correct. You were broken from the start. But I'm going to fix that. I'm going to fix you. And then? Then you're going to prove yourself worthy, or I'm going to break you again! Do you understand me!?"

"I only hear the ramblings of an insane man." Prime returned evenly as Desmond stood with a snarl, making for the doorway.

"You insolent little brat..."

-Week 6, Day 1-

"Are all systems ready to operate?" Desmond questioned his employees as they bustled around their equipment. Below them, Project Prime lay, strapped into a vat of water, completely submerged. Inches above his skin, a plethora of needles hovered dangerously.

"They are, Mr. Desmond sir. But are you sure you want to go through with this experiment?" Desmond swerved on the employee, his eyes ablaze with rage at the seemingly harmless question.

"Of course I want to go through with this! That clone is a full Kryptonian! That means that he's more susceptible to Kryptonite than the majority of clones we've dealt with." The scientist snarled angrily. "By infusing this metal to his body, not only will it prevent his body from having a complete melt down near Kryptonite, but it will make him that much harder to kill!"

"Are you sure that's a great idea, sir?" The employee questioned before Desmond grabbed him by the front of his lab coat.

"I don't care what type of idea it is! Get to your station now!" As the man quickly scurried away from the rather mentally unstable scientist, Desmond motioned to the others surrounding him. "Begin the process. I'd very much like to get this entire ordeal over with." The collective scientists around him nodded in response as various dials, buttons, and levers were fiddled with.

The needles hovering over Prime began to drill in a circular motion with a wheezing noise. Project Prime struggled viciously against his bonds before they violently pierced into his skin. The boy's back arched, his mouth opening in a silent scream as bubbles were expelled from around his mouth. Cameras implanted into the needles allowed Desmond to observe the teen's bones as they were slowly but surely coated with a metallic substance from within the syringes.

The heart monitor attached to Prime began to escalate. Desmond's head swiveled back and forth between the clone and his monitor. "So close... Just a few more seconds..." The heart monitor dead lined just as the last drop the metallic substance entered his body. Desmond's eyes widened, almost comically so. "What!? What happened!?"

"It appears his body simply couldn't handle it sir! We tried to warn you! Nobody has ever survived through this process!"

"I don't give a damn! He should be able to withstand this! For god's sake, he survived the process of being turned into a Kryptonian! What are you all standing around for!?" Desmond roared with rage. He would not let his greatest project die. "Get his heart beating again!"

"Sir there's nothing we can do!"

"There's always something! Do something now! I want Project Prime alive, right now!" As if on a cue, the heart monitor began to beep rapidly, signifying Prime's return to life.

"Thank the Light!" One of Desmond's employees exclaimed loudly as the scientist nodded intently.

"Yes. Thank the light indeed." His eyes danced over Prime's unconscious form from behind his glasses before he shook his head. "Wipe his memories."

"Sir!?"

"I said wipe his memories! Everything. I don't want him to remember his past life and I don't want him remembering this. It'll just make his situation worse. Well? Wipe his memories!" At the man's angered voice, Prime's eyes snapped open with bubbles floating around his mouth as he screamed. His arms jerked upwards as he ripped away at his bonds.

"I think he heard you, Mr. Desmond sir!" Desmond stumbled back, frightened, as the teen emerged from the vat of water.

"Desmond!"

"Subdue the project! Now!"

-Week 7, Day 3-

Mark Desmond stood behind the Kryptonian proof glass, overlooking Prime and Match once again. He had given Prime plenty of time overcome his fatigue and his anger towards Desmond. After that extended leave of absence, the scientist had assured himself that the newest clone would be more than prepared to kill the eldest.

He couldn't have been more wrong. Apparently, as it seemed, G-Gnomes had allowed the two 'brother's to communicate telepathically between each other. Those specific creatures had been aptly dealt with. Now, the two simply sat across from each other, chatting. Neither made a move or attempt to fight the other, no matter the words that Desmond spewed at them.

Leaning up against the glass, with his forehead pressed flat, he grit his teeth angrily. Prime became more and more of a problem with each and every passing day. It was truly working on the scientists nerves. "Guards... return them to their holding pods. Make sure that there is no contact, none, between them. Understand?"

"Yes sir!"

-Week 8, Day 2-

Prime simply stared, lifelessly, through Desmond. "You've been rather rambunctious lately, haven't you?"

"What do you want?"

"Oh, me? I just guessed that, if you wanted to follow Superman's moral standards, then maybe you should meet the Man of Steel himself? He is your hero, correct? Maybe hero's not the right word. What you aspire to be? Would you like to meet him?"

"What game are you playing at? Superman would never deal with the likes of you, unless it was to put you in jail." Desmond smiled sadistically as he stood to his feet, opening the door to the room that they sat inside.

"I don't think so." The scientists replied as Superman entered the room. He stared coldly at the boy in front of him as he began to walk a slow pace towards him. "Oh, I see you two want a father and son bonding moment. I'll leave you be then." As the heavy metal door closed behind Desmond, Prime's screams of pain echoed loudly throughout the bowels of Cadmus.

-Week 9, Day 1-

"Project Prime!" Desmond called out happily as he entered the most recent room that Project Prime had been relocated to. The clone wrinkled his features in disdain at the appearance of the man. The door remained open as a red haired girl was shoved into the room. Immediately, Prime struggled against his bonds at the sight of her.

There was a familiarity about her that rang out to Prime. A familiarity from his life before being cloned. The girl before him held the same fair features as his, "Mother, correct?" Desmond interrupted Prime's thoughts and struggling as the girl sobbed loudly. "We had to search long and hard to find someone with the likeness.

"But here she is. Almost as if she's been reborn... No?" Prime snarled viciously at the scientist, whom chuckled maliciously. "An almost exact replica of the woman from your past memories deduced as your mother." The door to the room slammed open once again, causing Naruto to struggle harder against his bond as Superman himself entered the room.

It was the same one whom had been introduced to him the week prior. Prime wasn't quite sure if it was the real Superman or not. But the man had tortured him relentlessly enough with Kryptonian powers to force the clone not to stare. Especially after he was forced to stare at the S-Shield the entire time. "You bastard! Go away! Go away! I tried to model myself after you! And you-" Superman's fist violently crashed into Prime's jaw.

"You should shut your mouth boy." Superman admonished harshly as Desmond laughed happily. "After all, you're nothing next to me."

"You see, Project Prime..." Desmond spoke as he observed the growling youth. "I thought that this would be a good present for you! A present for what, you may ask? Your failure!" The glasses wearing man roared angrily. "Your failure to prove that you're better than Project Kr! Your failure to kill Project Match!

"With these failures in mind, you're going to sit there and watch as this poor innocent girl, the one that looks so much like your original mother, be murdered by the man you wanted to be so badly. The very man that you had claimed made you not kill Project Match!" At the scientist's words, Superman's eyes began to change to a hateful red coloring.

"Don't you do it! Listen to me Superman! I swear, if you touch a hair on her head!" Prime cried out as he fought against his bonds. Desmond snickered as he lowered himself near the clone's head.

"Seems you weren't entirely broken. Do it." Superman swerved away from Prime, two beam flying from his eyes, plowing through the red headed girl's skull. The clone screamed in rage as his own laser beams slammed into Superman's back. The man shouted painfully as he stumbled forwards. Desmond rushed forwards, grabbing the man before quickly pulling him towards the door.

He couldn't allow Project Prime to see the fake Superman die in front of his eyes.

-Week 10, Day 1-

"You're such a disappointment." Desmond spoke to Prime, who allowed his nose to wrinkle in disgust. "Oh? You still have some defiance in you? No worries... I'll break you of that." The clone allowed a snort of amusement to pass through him.

"I've told you before, Desmond... I'm already broken."

"I know. Such a shame that Project Kr is so much better than you. He's favored by Superman, you know."

"Fuck you..."

"Look at you! When Superman laid his eyes on you, he was disgusted! He basically spit on you. He tortured you! And I don't blame him! You're worthless! I coat your bones to be stronger than metal to strengthen you and you still fail me!? You're just willing to die, aren't you? Well I won't let you! Not until I've personally broken you!"

"Fuck you..."

"Shut your mouth you insolent little brat! Look around! Think of who all hates you! Everyone you've aspired to be!"

"Shut up..."

"Superman! The man you looked up to, modeled yourself after, and aspired to be most like!"

"Shut up..."

"You know who else Superman hated? Who he hated so much, as to kill?"

"Shut your goddamned mouth!"

"Match!" Desmond proclaimed. It was a lie. The clone was once again locked away, deep in Cadmus. And their fake Superman was dead because of Project Prime. "That's right! Your dear brother, Project Match! He's dead!"

"Fuck you! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

"I see you need a moment to be alone."

-Week 11, Day 5-

Prime watched lifelessly as the guards of Cadmus marched under the walkway that he sat on beside him. Smuggled between them all was a clone, exactly similar to his brother, Match. But it wasn't him. He could tell by the eyes. Blue on white sclera. Match's had been exactly like his own. "That's him. That's project Kr. Isn't the resemblance uncanny?"

Prime remained quite as the clone was marched under the walkway. "He's Superman's favorite. He follows in Superman's footsteps. He looks exactly like your 'brother', yet is the entire opposite. How does that sit with you, Project Prime?" The clone said nothing as he walked away, back to his holding cell.

-Week 13, Day 2-

"Superman!" Mark shook his head disappointingly as his project slammed into the bars that surrounded him. "Why!? Why did you take him from me!? Why did you take my brother away!? You come here after I modeled myself after you!?

"I'll... I'll kill you you goddamn hypocritical bastard! You reject me!?" He cried from his cell as his eyes began to burn an all too familiar hateful red. Desmond's own narrowed as he motioned to one of his surrounding guards.

"Go check on Project Prime."

"You torture me!?" The eyes began to glow brightly, like molten lava as he released a pain filled screech. "Then you take my brother away!? You kill him!? Goddamn you! Why did you kill him!? What gave you the right!? That... That shield!?" Lasers burned out of Prime's eye sockets into his chest as an S-Shield was quickly carved into his skin.

"Desmond! Come quick! Project Prime is mutilating itself!"

"I'll kill you Superman! You and anyone who bears this damn shield!"

-Week 13, Day 4-

"Due to your recent lapse in sanity, it has come to my attention that I can no longer leave you alone by yourself. And, seeing as we just recently came into possession of one of our old pets, well, we've decided to give him to you as a roommate." Desmond smiled sickly as a monstrous roar echoed throughout the lower levels of Cadmus.

"Bring him in!" The scientist called before the door opened. Project Prime, from his confines, was greeted to the sight of a heavily bondaged monstrosity. "Project Prime, this is Project Doomsday. He'll make sure you don't harm yourself for the next few days. Hm... It seems he doesn't like you very much. That's too bad. Release Doomsday from his confines. Leave Prime as he is. Maybe he'll learn to live up to his expectations for next time..."

-Week 14, Day 3-

"I'm so sorry to disappoint you, Project Prime." Desmond spoke as he observed the teen, floating in a tube with three G-Gnomes seated above him, asleep. "But you've been deemed a failure. So sad... You had just been designated Superboy Prime. Oh well. You won't be completely alone. Just think. On the other side of this door, Superboy is being taught by his G-Gnomes.

"I'd say it's been a pleasure creating you, but you've been nothing but a thorn in my side. Goodbye, Project Prime."

-Week 15

Washington D. C.

July 4th, 14:00 EDT

Cadmus Sub Level 52-

A small team of sidekicks, consisting of Robin, Aqualad, and Kid Flash, had broken into Cadmus, intent on proving to their mentors that they were worthy of being called heroes. Yet, they had quickly found themselves in a situation well out of their power, deep in the bowels of Cadmus, a place that should never have existed.

And to make make matters worse, they were surrounded by creatures that should have never been thought into existence. They were named Genomorphs. Escaping from the creatures, the small team had found themselves in a hidden room, labeled Project Kr, where they had found Cadmus' clone of Superman.

The sidekicks came to a unanimous decision to free the Super clone, resulting in Robin bringing forth his holographic keyboard to hack into the black haired teen's containment pod. As he preformed these actions, however, he halted suddenly, his eyes widening drastically. "Robin?" Kid Flash questioned with worry. "What's wrong?"

The Boy Wonder pointed towards a wall parallel to the containment pod, with contained two jagged P's side by side. The entirety of it seemed to just be a regular wall with graffiti spray painted on over it.

"Over there." Robin responded to his friend as he scrolled through a page filled with words on his holographic board. "Behind that wall. It isn't actually a normal wall. It's a door with another Superman clone behind it. Kid, check it out!" The red headed speedster nodded in response as he rushed towards the wall.

As he reached it, he slammed his fist into it the wall. Immediately, it swung upwards, like one would see from a garage door opening to let a car loose. Behind the door sat a room barely big enough to be considered a supply closet. And, inside of there, was another containment pod which did indeed hold another clone.

The second's appearance was nowhere near as close to the Man of Steel's as the first clone's had been. His hair, which was at a medium length, was blond and shaggy. His face, bereft of baby fat, did bear some resemblance to Superman's. If you barred the three jagged whisker marks that marred both sides of either cheek. On the clone's body, he wore what the sidekicks could only assume had been a replica of the first's.

Yet, this suit was ragged. Nowhere near the perfect condition as the one that sat on the black haired clone. Only the legs on this clone's suit remained, the upper torso having being destroyed in a rather violent matter, allowing his upper body to be visible to the world. The muscularity of the second clone easily matched the first, well towards being on par with Superman's on compact build.

Scars littered the upper torso. Bladed cuts ran jaggedly horizontally, diagonally, and vertically. Over his heart, a rough looking scar stood, well at being the size of another being's fist. Yet, the most crude scar on the clone was much larger, and beared across his entire chest. It was in the shape of an S-Shield, typically seen on Superman's chest. It seemed to be self inflicted.

"Project Prime." Robin spoke from his holographic board. "He was created after Project Kr, and raised quicker. They really tried to break him. The methods they used were less than humane. He was presumably supposed to be better than Kr, and supposedly achieved that. Yet, he was still deemed a failure for some unknown reason."

Kid Flash reached up, running his hand over the glass of the second clone's glass. The G-Gnomes inside of his case allowed their horns to flash violently. "Dude… This is so wrong! On so many levels!" Aqualad nodded his head in agreement as Robin continued to type away on his holographic keyboard.

"Robin, release them both." The glass covers of the cases opened with almost inaudible sounds before being lifted away. All six G-Gnomes flashed their horns violently in response to the freedom.

"Way ahead of you, Aqualad!" The G-Gnomes horns stopped their flashing, remaining in an illuminated fashion. The black haired clone's fist clenched harshly, causing Aqualad's eyes to narrow as the blond's head rolled around his shoulders. Then they both rocketed from their containers. The blond passed behind Kr, neither actually noticing the other's appearance.

As Kr crashed into Aqualad, sending him sprawling back, Prime wrapped his hand around Kid Flash's throat violently. The redhead slammed into a wall as Prime headbutted him violently. Robin's masked gaze fell on the two clones brutally assaulting his comrades before he rushed towards Aqualad, wrapping his hand around Kr's wrist, stopping his assault momentarily.

The clone snarled viciously, knocking him away. As he lurched to his feet, Robin stumbling backwards, the Boy Wonder released volts of electricity into him with a stun gun. The clone's eyes flashed with rage as he ripped the wires out of his body.

"Easy supey, we're trying to help!" At the nickname provided to the clone, Prime stiffened, eyes glazing with hate as he dropped Kid Flash, allowing them to rest on the 'S' embroidered on Kr's suit. In an instant, Kr slammed into one of the opposing walls, Prime occupying the space he once had.

As Kr regained his bearing and stood to his feet, Robin glanced between the two. While Kr's eyes were just a regular blue, Prime's was a deeper blue sitting on black sclera with a black pupil. Slightly intimidating.

The two clones clashed against each other violently, Kr immediately being sent back into the wall. "I guess they just don't click like us, huh?" Kid Flash questioned as he 'flashed' near his comrades, wiping blood from his lips.

"What do we do? We need to think of something before they lose interest in-" The room illuminated from the G-Gnomes horns as the clones became stock still. Then, without warning, they descended on the sidekicks. Kr crashed back into Aqualad, slamming him into a wall as Prime grasped Robin and Kid Flash by their throats, their skulls bouncing off of the ground.

Their vision swimmed as Prime dragged the two sidekicks to their feet. With a harsh thrust, the two teens slammed into the overhanging ceiling before falling to the ground, unconscious. Robin crashed into the mechanical door of Kr's room before it was ripped off of its hinges, allowing those that the sidekicks had been running from to enter.

Break

Project Kr walked towards his destination given to him by Desmond. At tat very moment, the sidekicks were being cloned for the purpose of replacement. The black haired clone halted as Prime came to stand next to him, staring straight ahead.

His shoulder lacked a G-Gnome, which was complete blasphemy in Desmond's eyes for clones. There blue eyes met briefly, rage filling Prime's for the slightest of moments, and then he continued his track. Kr stood in place a moment longer before nodding. Removing the G-Gnome that stood on his shoulder, he turned in his tracks and followed behind his brother clone.

A terrible screeching was heard inside the cloning room as Prime ripped the metal mechanized door from its holster. Throwing it to the side, he stalked into the room, followed closely by Project Kr. Desmond, The Guardian, and one of the Genomorphs rushed the three.

"I thought I told you two to get back in your-" Prime caught Guardian by his armored face, sending him flying backwards into a wall. Spinning, the blond haired Kryptonian punted the Genomorph across the room. As this occurred. Kr struck out with his right arm, sending Desmond skidding along the ground.

"Don't give me orders." Superboy spoke angrily as Prime came to stand beside him, glaring at the back of his skull.

"Are you here to help us, or fry us?" Kid Flash questioned as his head leaned forwards in his confined state. Kr's eyes narrowed for a moment before they went back to their original size.

"Huh. I don't seem to have heat vision, so I guess my only option is to help you." Two red lasers zoomed past the black haired clone's skull, smashing through Aqualad and Kid Flash's containers, freeing them from their confinements.

Though, before he could reach Robin, the boy dropped out on his own accord, having picked the locks confining him. "Speak for yourself." Prime spoke harshly towards Kr, contempt obvious on his features.

"Ugh! Man, I'm lucky Batman isn't here! He'd have my head for taking so long picking those locks!" Robin complained loudly. Kid Flash swerved towards his comrade, eyes flaming angrily.

"Seriously!? That's what you're worried about…? The whole League will have our heads after tonight!" Aqualad stumbled forwards from weakness, before being caught by Kr.

"Thank you." The dark skinned teen spoke. The clone nodded in response before the five males rushed forwards, Desmond trying to pull himself to his feet.

"You'll never get out of here! I'll have you back in pods before morning!" He cried out, enraged at his humiliation.

"That guy is not whelmed." Robin spoke, brandishing a few of his explosive projectiles before launching them at the clones that had been forming. They were destroyed in a large flaming ball. "Not whelmed at all."

"What is it with you and this whelmed thing?" Kid Flash inquired with a raised eyebrow. As they hurried down the hallways, Aqualad glanced at the four around him.

"We're still forty two levels underground. If we can just make the elevator!" Their process was cut off by a plethora of genomorphs. As the team of three avoided the Genomorphs, Prime slammed his fist violently into one's face. As he joined the sidekicks, they turned. Kr pounded away at the creatures, causing rubble to fall around them.

"Superboy!" Prime released a visible tense at the name as the dark skinned teen called out to the black haired clone. It was bad enough that Cadmus had designated Kr Superboy, now his awakeners had too. "It's called escape, not bury ourselves!"

Superboy spun, enraged. "You want escape!?" Grabbing one of the Genomorphs, he sent it into the other, before rushing towards the group. As Aqualad ripped the door open, Robin shot a grappling Hook while Kid Flashed jumped over to the side.

The designated Superboy grabbed Aqualad, jumping upwards in a flying stance. They went into the air, before gravity took effect. "I can't fly…?" Robin's eyes widened as the two fell down. As he prepared to shoot a second hook at them, Prime ascended. Flying upwards, he was carrying them both with him. "Superman can fly…. He can fly… Why can't I fly?"

"Because I'm better than you." Prime sneered at his brother clone, whom glared heatedly at him. Kid Flash frowned visibly at the statement. There was definitely animosity between the two clones of Superman.

"It looks like you can leap over buildings like Superman. That'll impress the girls. It's still pretty cool!" Kid Flash condoled the clone.

"Thanks…" As they ascended, the express elevator descended, causing the team to rush into Sub Level fifteen. Following this action, Superboy lead them around multiple corners before they came to a stop at a dead end with a vent.

"Way to go Supey! Are you trying to get us repoded!?" Kid Flash exclaimed as the clone looked down sadly, muttering his apologies.

"What are you talking about!?" Robin questioned with a smile. "This is perfect!" The group of five quickly found themselves traveling through the ventilation system, Kid Flash's eyes widened with adrenaline.

"We're never going to get out of here at this rate!"

"Shh… Listen!" The team glanced back at Superboy while Prime nodded in response. He could hear the claw like scratching on metal.

"He's right! The Genomorphs are in the vents!" As they exited the vents, finding the stairway, Robin tapped away at his holographic keyboard before smiling proudly.

"I hacked the motion sensors." Kid Flash smiled brightly.

"Sweet!" He exclaimed as he grabbed his goggles, pulling them down over his eyes. "And now I got room to move!" With that, he shot up the staircase, knocking the waves of Genomorphs out of their way.

"More behind us!" Robin called out. Superboy turned, preparing to kick the stairs away, though Prime beat him to the action, disabling the steps with his heat vision. Superboy's nostrils flared in response as they continued on.

An emergency door slammed shut ahead of them as Kid Flash grimaced. "Oh fuck!" His body slammed into the door before rebounding to the ground.

"We're cut off from the street!" Aqualad called as they reached Kid Flash, who rubbed his head in response.

"Thanks! I hadn't noticed…" They were quickly surrounded by Genomorphs and The Guardian. Prime clenched his fist as Superboy was announced the 'trailblazer' of the Genomorphs.

The black haired clone seemed to be more likeable towards everyone. Prime wasn't even afforded a 'Super' name. Disgust ripped through him as The Guardian shook his head, announcing that he would take care of Desmond.

"I don't think so." The scientist spoke from behind them. The entire group turned as he produced a vial. "Project Blockbuster will give me power to restore order to Cadmus." He announced before downing the blue liquid. He gripped his body as if in pain as he underwent an immediate transformation from man to monster.

"Stand back!" Guardian called as he rushed the monster, only to be knocked into a wall, unconscious. Superboy lurched forwards, slamming his fist into the monster's face. The monster, Blockbuster, knocked him to the ground.

Superboy jumped back to his feet, delivering blow after blow to Desmond, before he knocked Superboy into a wall. As he stumbled back to his feet, Blockbuster slammed him through the upper floors. Prime quickly followed behind. The upper levels were quickly damaged as Blockbuster threw his adversary around like a ragdoll.

The building's interior shook violently, threatening to collapse in upon them at any moment. Blockbuster roared as he slammed Superboy into a protruding piece of concrete. As he did so, two red lines pierced against his wrist, forcing him to drop the black haired clone. With that, Prime appeared to his right, his fist slamming into his jaw with enough force to send him skidding along the ground.

As the monster came to a stop, Prime's fist slammed harshly into a support beam, the building instantly beginning to crumple in around them. With debris falling Superboy's fist slammed into the opposite jaw as the monster attempted to regain his bearing, knocking him back into a puddle of water.

Reaching down, Aqualad electrocuted him through the liquid medium before rushing away. The monster's eyes widened as a giant boulder fell down upon him. The remaining males, bar Prime, rushed for safety as the building finally gave way.

Pieces collapsed on them, though Superboy kept them safe from the brute force. Prime found safety in the air, hovering over the wreckage. "We… did it!" Aqualad spoke as he huffed. Robin grinned widely.

"Was there ever any doubt?" Kid Flash returned his wide grin as they high fived before both released grunts of pain. Prime's nose wrinkled. The memories of his donor coming back to haunt him. A perfect image of Prime, and a black haired boy, Sasuke Uchiha. Both beaten. Both battered. The worst of enemies. The best of friends.

Superboy walked forwards, near Desmond's beaten body. "Hey!" His blue eyes fell on Kid Flash, along with Prime's, as he pointed upwards. "The moon!" Superboy glanced upwards with an awed expression as Prime shook his head at such a trivial matter.

Then, a figure appeared in the moonlight flying towards them before descending. "And Superman! Man, do we keep our promises or what?" Behind the Man of Steel, the entirety of the Justice League rose. Superboy walked forwards, Superman's eyes narrowing dangerously.

As the black haired clone lifted his symbol, the older look alikes eyes widened as a hopeful look spread across his clone's features. Then, they hardened along with his look alikes. "Is that what I think it is?" Batman questioned as Kid Flash came to stand next to Superboy.

"He doesn't like to be called an it!" The red head called from behind his hand, as if the clone wouldn't hear him.

"I'm Superman's clone!" Shock and awe spread throughout the Justice League. Prime's nose wrinkled angrily as he stood to his feet, walking to where his shoulder slammed harshly into Superboy's.

"Make no mistake, he isn't the only one." Batman's eyes narrowed in a fashion similar to Superman's behind his mask, causing them to be nothing but pearly white slits.

"Start talking." After the Team's long explanation, Blockbuster was hauled away. As Superman talked with Martian Manhunter and Wonder Woman, he glanced over his shoulder. Noticing Superboy's piercing stare, the Man of Steel walked towards him, subsequently motioning Prime his way.

"We'll, uh… Figure something out for you two… The League will, I mean!" He added quickly as Prime snorted in disdain. His eyes lingered over Superman's 'S' shield for the longest moment, not going unnoticed by the three real sidekicks.

"Till then… I need to… make sure they get that… Blockbuster creature locked away!" With that, he turned from the two clones, before flying off into the sky once again. Superboy watched after him before Batman broke his thoughts.

"Cadmus will be investigated. All fifty two levels." He spoke as he walked towards the five males. "Let's make one thing clear-"

"-You should have called!" The Flash interrupted, almost as if he was disappointed on missing out.

"End results aside: We are not happy." Batman continued. "You hacked Justice League information, disobeyed direct orders, and endangered lives. You will not be doing this again!" Aqualad stepped forwards, looking at his comrades meaningfully.

"I am sorry. But we will."

"Aqualad, stand down!" Aquaman ordered.

"Apologies my king." The dark skinned teen replied, placing his hand over his heart and closing his eyes with a bowed head. "But no. We did good work here tonight. The work you trained us to do. Together. All on our own, we forged something powerful. Important." The Flash stepped forwards.

"This is about your treatment at the hall!?" He exclaimed. "The three of you-"

"The five of us." Kid Flash interrupted. Prime's eyes snapped to the red headed boy. Surely he didn't mean him? What use did a team have for two Superboys. Aqualad caught his gaze for a moment and nodded, as if trying to assure him that he was included in their formation. Prime wasn't quite believing the assurance.

"And we're ready to do what you taught us to do!" Robin spoke as he walked forwards."Or why teach us at all?"

"Why let them decide? It's simple. Get on board, or get out of the way." Superboy spoke with a defiant look spread across his features.

"I'm no hero." Prime finally spoke up, spitefully. "I've exhausted that option. I've been the hero before, in a past life, a past body. I have no intention of being tied down to the likes of… the likes of him." Prime pointed at Superboy as he backed away.

"Him and Superman. They're everything I despise. They and that Shield!"

"Please, listen to reason." Aqualad spoke.

"Yeah, Superboy-Prime." Prime's eyes fell on Robin hatefully.

"What did you call me?"

"That was your designation, when I hacked your files. Not very original after Superboy, but… What can you do, right?"

"I can do this." He returned as he floated off into the air. "I don't plan on following the same path as him. I'm better than that. Better than this." Superboy shook his head as he stepped forwards, his hand outstretching to his levitating brother clone.

"Please... When Superman won't... Give me a chance, brother…" Naruto's eyes widened before narrowing angrily at the words.

-Mount Justice

July 8th

08:04 EDT-

"This cave was the original secret sanctuary of the Justice League." Batman spoke to the teens surrounding him. "We're calling it into service again. Since you five are intent on staying together, to fight the good fight, you'll do it on League terms.

"Red Tornado volunteered to live here and be your supervisor. Black Canary is in charge of training." Said woman glanced over the small group, allowing her eyes to linger on her fellow blond, Superboy-Prime.

He wore what he deemed 'civilian' clothes, despite the fact that they were obviously chosen for battle. With his hair slicked back, he wore an exact replica of Superboy's own tee shirt, with it being black and holding an S-Shield. Though, instead of having a red shield, his own was a light grey. Pulled on over this was a typical biker's leather jacket with its buckle dangling over his right leg.

Printed onto the back of the jacket was the Superman shield in complete yellow, exactly the same as the one that could sometimes be spotted on Superman's cape. The sleeves of the jacket extended down over a pair of fingerless red gloves. On his lower body, Prime wore a pair of red spandex like tights.

On his waist, he wore two black belts that crossed each other in an 'X' fashion. Wrapped around his right thigh was a yellow strap. The tights extended down to be tucked into a pair of black combat boots. The boots held two yellow straps on the upper portions of them. He was definitely a sight to see.

"I'll be in charge of deploying you on missions." Batman continued, bringing the blond haired woman from her reverie.

"Real missions?" Robin questioned, obviously suspicious about his mentor sending them to and fro on errands.

"Yes, but covert."

"The league will still handle the obvious stuff." Flash spoke from behind his unmasked sidekick with a smile. "There's a reason we have these big targets on our chests." He continued, pointing to his bolt.

"Cadmus proved the bad guys are getting smarter." Aquaman spoke. "Batman needs a team that can operate on the sly."

"The six of you will be that team." Batman continued.

"Cool!" Robin spoke with a slight laugh before assessing the words. "Wait, six?" He indicated behind them with his head as Martian Manhunter appeared with a fellow alien.

"This is Martian Manhunter's niece, Miss Martian." Batman announced. With a wave, she spoke.

"Hi." Kid Flash smirked as he placed a hand on his hip, looking at Robin.

"I'm liking this gig more and more every minute! Eh- Welcome aboard! I'm Kid Flash! Robin, Aqualad. Cool if you forget their names." The green skinned girl clasped her hands together.

"I'm honored to be included in the team." She spoke a the three made their way over to her. Glancing over his shoulder, Robin noticed the two clones off to the side.

"Hey Superboy, Prime, come meet the new girl!" Superboy walked over in front of her, Prime lagging behind as he stared heatedly at the back of his brother's head. An all too familiar feeling of anger bubbled in his chest at the boy. It threatened to surge forward like water breaking a dam.

The girl's clothes changed colors to match Superboy's, her cape disappearing. "I like your tee shirt." She explained, causing him to smile slightly. Kid Flash grabbed both clones around their necks, pulling them down, as Robin leaned against Prime.

"Today is the day." Aqualad spoke up as he observed his new comrades.

Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own Naruto nor Young Justice nor make any profits off of this.

So, when I reached my 52nd review I stopped and said, "Hey! I should do a DC Comics move!" So I've decided to Reboot this story. Not much change in the storyline, mind you! I'm just going through, changing a few things, adding a little, and cleaning up the mess that I wrote overall. I'll man up about it. My style can be sloppy.

While I'm writing this, I have a poll up, asking if you guys want this rewritten. Right now, the majority is 'No'. I don't know if that's good or bad, but if it's good, thanks for the support! I just want to make a few things more to my liking, don't worry about it!

When I post this, under its new name, I'll be posting a new Poll for the pairing. You'll be allowed to vote for up to three, considering that's the maximum I put up in the original. There are six names on it now, so send me PMs if you think I left someone out that should be in the voting. I'll put them in, I just can't promise they'll be voted in.

Now, for Naruto's civilian look, it's simple. In the original version, I didn't care too much about them. But I realized it was just dancing around be a YJ Superboy duplicate. I mean, tee, jeans, boots... Check. It's a Superboy! So I changed it. His look is basically Superboy's from the 90's (except his gloves are fingerless, he has his own hairstyle, and no earrings... Please no earrings...) with Superboy's YJ shirt.

The difference in the shirt being the 'S' Shield is grey. The overall symbol will still be changed to General Zod's from Man of Steel when Naruto dons his battle armor, which will be along the same design as the original storyline... Maybe a little more detailed. Maybe a little altered. I'm not sure yet. Anyways, I've been working on this all day, and I'm really tired now, so I'm going to stop writing this. Take care all of you!