Claws

AN: This is in part because I wanted to write this story as well as to get the word out. Netflix is willing to make Season 3 of Young Justice. IF their viewership for the show goes over 300,000 a month. So if you want to see the show as back as much as I do, go watch it. Watch it when you can, on whatever device you can.

"Talking"

'Radio'

'Telepathic speech'

Thinking

'Automated speak'

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Toronto, Canada. August 22nd 2008, 7:30 a.m.

He didn't want to get up. He just wanted to sleep in bed for until noon. It was Friday and James didn't have school, he deserved to sleep in. But he woke up just as the sun was beginning to rise. Whether it was him being used to waking up this early for school, or something else but he didn't want to move my butt.

But he's been trying to sleep for the past hour and a half. James finally decided to get up out of bed, throwing my covers off, he slipped out of bed and walked to the dresser. Taking out some jeans, socks, and a grey, long sleeve shirt and a light blue hoodie, he looked at the mirror on his door.

His dark brown hair was messy with bed head, using his fingers as a comb he brushed it over to his left. Opening the door, he walked down the hall past the bathroom, his mom and dad's room, and his little brother's room.

His name is James Hudson, and he's a Canadian. His Adoptive parents, Jerry and Heather, took him in back when he was a infant, it wasn't until he turned 15 a few months ago they told him the truth. he wasn't angry about it, in fact he had his suspicions. Mainly because his stepmother had ginger red hair and his stepfather was a blonde like his brother Sammy.

As for his birth father, he didn't know much about him, my parents said that they did and he was a good man. However he was a solider first and knew he couldn't be a father with his lifestyle. James respected that in a weird way, he knew he couldn't be there for his son so he gave him to someone who could.

His name was Logan.

As he made my way down the stairs to the front door of the house he slipped on his old sneakers and opened the door and stepped outside. The Hudson family lived outside of Quebec, the city was a fairly short drive away though.

As he walked down the side of the road, a few cars passed him by on their way towards the city. A small worn path trailed off the road, walking into the brush, he felt the northern wind blow over his clothes and through his hair. A bit of snow from the tree above hit his shoulder, he simply brushed it off, living up here, one could get used to the cold pretty quick, but it seemed James did not get cold as quickly as others do. His brother made a joke once that I must be part Griz.

Following the path, he soon found myself at a small pond. It was a little hideaway he discovered a few years ago, during the summer he would come down here with his brother and they'd fish. He eventually stopped coming along, but James still came here on his own from time to time.

Walking over to a downed tree, he used his sleeve to brush snow off the bark before taking a seat. It was still fairly dark out, the sunlight didn't even touch him, but he wasn't dead tired anymore as well. Inhaling through his nose, he blew the air out through his mouth.

Part of his brain was telling him that he was stupid for coming outside in the cold when he instead could be at home in a nice warm bed. A nice, cozy bed with blankets. But the peacefulness of this little pond always made him feel…..better. It's not descriptive, but it was the best way he could describe it.

A howl in the distance made his head snap up, wolves. It was dangerous it is to live in Alaska. Well mostly because of the dangerous wildlife in Canada, James knew what to do in case he came across a dangerous animal however.

But that didn't mean he looked for cougars.

So when he heard a very closer howl behind him, he turned around and saw a brown wolf looking at him. James gulped, it growled, his first instinct told him to run like hell, but you NEVER turn your back on a wolf. Mainly because they will outrun you and kill you.

You keep eye contact, and back away slowly.

So James eyes locked with the wolves, He slowly backed away as it stalked forward. "Easy buddy, I'm just gonna-" James started before he took another step back on the slope of the pond. The teen fell into the water. This sudden action caused the wolf to pounce over the log and into the now wet prey.

It's claws cut into his chest, Jakes cried out as his flesh was torn. It's jaws locked around his shoulder as it pulled and ripped at the skin. Instincts took over, James kept punching the animal in the neck, he kept hitting it as the wolf it pulled it's head back and ripped his skin and hoodie.

James wailed from the pain.

Skint!

The wolf yelped loudly before falling on top of James. The wounded teen writhed in pain, somehow slipping out from under the now dead animal. His hand flew to my shoulder, his other one was stinging like crazy. Looking at his hand he saw it was covered in blood. He didn't dare look at the wound, either out of fear or unwillingness, take your pick.

James managed to sit up straight, looking at the wolf, he saw it's right side smeared with blood, the fur turning from light brown to dark red. Three cuts leaked blood, from the same side he kept punching it from. He raised his right hand to see if it was wiry from whatever killed the beast.

His hands were bloody. From both their blood.

Between the knuckles of his first were three…...metal claws…..each of them sharpened to a point with a slight curve to them. Three of them, He had three claws poking out of my hand. He of course responded as anyone would.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

What? How else would you react?

The rush of adrenaline made the other hand sting as three claws also emerged from between his knuckles. "GAAAHHH! WHY?!" James screamed as he grabbed his other hand. Now both hands were bleeding, and the claws both were coaxed in the teen's blood.

James slowly got up from the red tinted water and waded out from the pond. He looked down at my shaking hands, the claws dripping with blood. The teen looked at my shoulder, wondering if most of the blood came from me or the wolf, only to see that the wound had healed!

"Ok…...so how the hell do I put them back in?!" He yelled out.

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Toronto, Canada. August 22nd 2008, 1200hrs.

When James got back home, it didn't take long for his family to discover my…..condition. "Does it hurt?" Sammy asked, James's younger brother had blonde hair like father, it was long and was parted down the middle and a few freckles across his nose and cheeks. Sam was only two years younger than his stepbrother, he was Heather and Jerry's son, he knew James wasn't his biological brother.

He's still a tool bag to him, showing him that things were still the same between the two.

"They're sharp knives coming out of my knuckles. What do you think?!" James asked, racing my hands up and accidentally stabbing the fan over the table. He quickly pulled back, him and his brother looked at one another, both of us sharing a look of shock. "Say. Nothing." the older brother threatened, pointing at him with my claws.

Their mom and dad had told James to try and keep calm and sit down while they talk. He took a shaky breath before letting my head rest on the table, his palms resting on the back of his head, the claws grazing one another slightly. "Sam could you leave me alone? I…..I gotta process this." he asked, the step brother gave him a look of concern before standing up and walking by him.

"It'll be ok man. We'll get you declawed." he said, patting James on the back before leaving him alone. After he left, James craned my head backed in my seat. This can't be happening, this has to be some sort of bad dream or something!

"I just got off the phone with her, she'll be here pretty soon." Heather said.

He snapped his eyes open, that was my mom's voice! 'Good…..how did this happen? James hasn't shown any signs of….'

Dad….wait they knew this would happen?! How?! Wait, how can I even hear them? They're in the next room behind a closed door, I usually can't hear them from that far away.

Today just seems to be getting worse and worse. James was about to run my hands down his face but stopped himself, he didn't want to cut himself with his own claws. Holding his hands out in front of him, he looked at my claws, they didn't hurt now thankfully. But seeing them…..it still scares him.

Well they came out, so they have to go back in right?

He took a deep breath through his nose, and exhaled through his mouth in a long drawn out blow. He watched as the metal slowly retracted back into his forearms, the holes caused by them quickly sealed back up. Like they are never there. As soon as they were gone, the door opened.

In stepped his mom and dad, his mom had red ginger hair with freckled cheeks, green eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses with concern. Taking a seat on each side of him, his mom put a hand on his shoulder while his dad ruffled my hair. "It's going to be alright bud." His stepfather said reassuringly.

James looked at him skeptically, "How!? I got fricking claws! How is that even possible?" he asked, trying my best not to panic. If relaxing made them go back in, then panicking would probably make them pop out again.

James's stepfather was always a calm man, in part it was his time in the army that shaped that. He was part of the government, Department H, a response force to meta human events. It was made back when the Justice League was formed, his father was head of operations there. He even got to meet a few of the members of the League.

"James you're going to be fine. I promise." he said reassuringly, the teen visibly calmed down from the reassurance. "Listen, we have someone who's coming by in a bit who…...is a expert on this sort of thing." he explained.

James was somewhat unnerved by that, 'this sort of thing' sounded like another way of saying 'freak'. The three of them waited at the table, his mother asking him if he wanted anything to drink or eat to try and help him stay calm.

James's head snapped up as he heard footsteps at the front door, the footsteps stepped before the door. They went off to the side, James heard the crunching of snow going around the house. "Um…...guys, I'm gonna get some air out back." he said before standing up and walking out the back door.

Closing the door behind him, he walked around the side of the goose to where the person who was at the door moments ago was heading. Rounding the house, he found no one was there. However in the snow where footprints leading away from the house.

James followed them, around his house was a large yard that led into the forest. Walking through the shrubbery, James followed the footprints, hopping over a fallen tree and down a hill before pushing through a few tree branches and nearly stumbling into a clearing.

He wasn't alone, standing in front of him was a girl. She was older than him, with long black hair, green eyes, and had fair skin and an athletic frame. Her clothing consisted of a button up winter coat, cargo pants, and pink gloves. "Um…..hi." James greeted.

"Hey. You must be James." she greeted, making the teen nod. She could tell he was nervous, she raised her hands in a non threatening manner. "My name's Laura, Laura Kenny." she introduced. James still did not look entirely calm, but he seemed better. She turned her palm towards herself as she took the off her left hand.

Two blades popped out from between her knuckles.

James's eyes widened in shock, his surprise causing his own claws to pop out. "GAH! Sonofvabitch that hurts!" he yelled out as he fanned his hands, unable to touch where his claws emerged.

"Yeah it's a literal pain at first. But it gets duller. Instead of knives coming out of cuts, it feels like papercuts." she explained, sheathing her own claws. James looked down at his own blades, he wiggles his hands, trying to urge them back in. "Just focus." Laura said.

James stopped struggling and imagined them going back in, they slid back inside him. "So….you're like me?" he asked, somewhat still in awe. She nodded, "But how did this happen?! I-It just happened today and-" he plopped down in the snow, his hands over his face. "I don't think I can handle this." he breathed out.

Laura walked over in front of him and kneeled down, "Hey, hey, hey, don't worry. Your dad called me and told me what happened, I'm here to explain." she began, the teen dropping his hands to look at her. "What do you know about your father? Your birth father I mean?" she asked, wondering just how much the Hudsons had told him.

"His name was Logan….and he met my dad in the service." he answered.

Laura stared at him expectantly, as though there was more to say. When he kept quiet her expression changed from expectant to disappointed. "Your kidding…...your dad dropped the ball. Big time." she said, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Ok. You ever hear of the JSA? Justice Society of America?" James nodded. "You remember the members? The guy in the blue and yellow and the weird cowl?" she asked, making a gesture by tracing circles around her eyes and extending her fingers out before bringing them to a point.

"Oh yeah! The only Canadian on the team right?" He asked, Laura looked at him strangely, "What? He was the only Canadian on a American super team. That's pretty memorable." he pointed out.

She rolled her eyes, "Ok yeah fair point. That guy was the Wolverine…..and I'm his clone." she explained, watching James's reaction.

He blinked, "Um…...wasn't he a dude?"

"Yeah and in not. Obviously. But look…...Wolverine is your father…...wow there's no other way to say that is there?" she asked out loud as soon as she said it.

James meanwhile was in a mixed state, shock over the revelation, anger that he hadn't known about it beforehand, and strangely a sense of excitement. His father was a superhero, "But wait, the JSA was made like what, fifty years ago? How old is he? Where is he?" he sputtered out, realizing by that math his father must be in his later years of life.

Laura raised her hands in a calming manner, "Look it's a long story. And I'll be happy to tell it but we should get you back home." she said before standing up and raising a hand to him. James looked at it before clasping it, Laura had to dig into the ground to pull him up, surprising her a little.

Metal Claws, and skellington maybe? Guess you got more of LOgan in you than we thought.

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Laura explained everything to him.

Logan Howlett, his father, was a founding member of the JSA and fought alongside them for most of the team's lifespan. But unlike the others, he did not age due to his healing factor, the power to heal from any wound. That power is also how he got his unbreakable claws.

Before joining the JSA, Logan was captured and experimented on by a program only known as Weapon X. The process made him lose all his memories of his life prior to weapon X, only knowing that his name was Logan. He soon after joined the team of superheroes and joined in on their adventures.

However after the team was disbanded, Logan wandered the world, going on many adventures before trying to settle down somewhere East. However, when the Justice League was formed, he saw that others were willing to take up the fight. He was offered membership and joined, however he eventually retired, leaving the League and opting for a more peaceful life. But not before leaving Laura in his place. Logan met James's stepfather on a number of missions to Canada, and when he was born, he gave them James to look after.

No one knows where he is now.

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"Why did he leave me with you guys though?" James asked his parents. Laura, James, Jerry, and Heather had all taken their seats in the dining room table, Laura had just finished explaining Logan's story to him. He was sad to hear that his father had been a test subject, but he was more curious as to why Logan would leave him.

"Logan had a lot of enemies, not all of them were superpowered, but enough were. He just wanted to keep you safe James." Laura explained to the teen as his mother put a hand on his shoulder.

His stepfather nodded, "Back then, we were trying to have a baby, but when Logan came to me and explained that he wanted you to have a loving home…..how could I say no?" he asked, making the teen smile at his father's words.

James shifted his gaze to Laura, "So what happens now?" he asked simply.

Laura looked at both his parents, they nodded solemnly. "Well…..I can teach you how to control your gifts. Have it so that your claws don't come out every time someone jumps out and yells 'boo'...or…...I could train you, you could come with me and I could teach you how to fight, and who you should fight." she offered.

James looked at both his parents unbelievingly, they wouldn't be ok with this would they?!

His mother smiled, "What? It's not like you can get hurt." she pointed out.

James looked at Laura, she gave him a small smile, "Your choice….you get a costume."

"Why would I want a costume?" James asked.

"Who doesn't?" Laura asked.

James thought it over, was he comfortable with having a normal life, knowing that he could do more?

"...sign me up."

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Two years, two years of training under Laura. James compared to to absolute hell. Not that she was bad at teaching him, by the third week he could pop his claws by will instead of instinct. But after that, she taught him how to fight. By the end of the first sparring session, James had his jugular sliced, his shoulder dislocated, and stabbed in the back literally five times.

Due to their healing factors, Laura didn't exactly show restraint

James eventually met a few other heroes, Captain Atom, Hawkman, even the Flash. To say he was awestruck every time would be a understatement.

He also learned one his most valuable skills from Laura, how to track and hunt. She showed him how to use his superhuman senses to their fullest. He tracked a single mountain lion through the Rockies, he stalked a drug dealer from Boston to Virginia without being noticed until his claws were at his throat.

His fighting was also much better, he fought a room of men fully armed with AK-47's and took them all down single handedly.

But most importantly, his and Laura's relationship became that of a older sister and younger brother. He still was close to his adoptive family, even if he did not see them for months on end. It was awkward at first, her being a clone of his father, but now he saw her as family.

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Chinatown. New York City, July 4th 2010, 20:07.

On the outskirts of Chinatown, two people scaled the fire escape on the side of a apartment complex. Both of them were dressed fully in black, their faces covered with ski masks and each carrying weapons, one carrying a crowbar and the other a pistol. Reaching the top floor, one of them put the crowbar against the crack in the window and opened it.

"Ok like we planned, in and out. Steal as much as you can then-" the one with the crowbar started as he slipped into the room behind his partner.

Click!

The lights turned on, "Oh…...wow…..you guys are robbers." the two turned to the source of the voice. Standing the middle of the room was a teenager around sixteen years of age, he had brown hair that was cut so that his bangs were ever so slightly spiked upwards.

He also had his sideburns trimmed so they were close to his face. He had a pair of dark blue jeans and white tee shirt.

James was smiling, "That. Is. Hilarious! BWAHAHAHAHAAA!" he howled in laughter as the two robbers looked at one another as the teen fearlessly laughed at them. The teen wiped tears of laughter out of the corner of his eye, "Ahhhhh, that was good, i needed that. Tell you what, I'll let you guys leave. Only chance." he warned lightheartedly.

The two looked at one another in disbelief before one of them raised their gun.

SHINK!

James jabbed his claws into the wrist holding the gun before turning it to his partner as he yelled out a squeezed the trigger. The bullet grazed his friend's pant leg. The teen kicked the gunman in the chest as his friend rushed him with the crowbar raised.

James raised his other hand, swiping his claw into the metal, cutting clean through it. He leveled his arm out before shooting his elbow into the robber's face with enough gouge to break his nose. "GAH! Mth Nosh!" he wheezed out before the teen retraced one of his claws and grabbed him by his collar.

He heard the other robber trying to get through the window, he turned to the window and threw the robber into his partner, knocking them both out and over the railing. James waited until he heard them crash into the pile of garbage beside the dumpster outside. "And stay out." he muttered before clapping his hands together.

Walking out of his sister's bedroom, he entered the living room/kitchen where the TV was on. Sitting down in the chair opposite of the TV, he grabbed the bottle of water he set down and took a sip.

The news was reporting a Cadmus lab had collapsed in on itself after a fire earlier today. James watched the news for a few before changing the channel for something to watch, living in the states was hard at first. Unfamiliar surroundings, a different climate, for a while he wore his winter wear in the fall because it usually gets colder up north that time of year.

But by now, he had grown used to it.

Hours passed before the door to the apartment opened, in stepped Laura. "Ok. Why is there gunpowder in my home?" she asked as soon as she stepped into the room.

James smirked, "We got 'robbed'." he said, air quoting the last word. Laura snorted at that, "Yeah, that's how I reacted before I threw them out the window." he replied as Laura took a seat on the couch, stretching her legs out on the cushions.

"We're on the third story, they'll be fine. Aside from what I assume are a few cuts." She fussed, James nodded as he flicked through channels on the remote before giving up and settling on a rerun of Family Guy.

"So why you home so late? Your usually back earlier." he noticed. Laura trusted him home alone, however if one of them didn't check in it wouldn't go unnoticed.

She sighed, "Tall dark and brooding called us together. A bunch of their partners went off on their own…..turns out Superman has a clone." she said, making James nearly choke on his water. "Yeah that was his reaction to finding out…...apparently they're putting together a team."

"Really?" James asked, somewhat surprised by the news.

Laura nodded, the silence after carried throughout the room. "You think you may want to join?" she asked suddenly.

"What? Why? We do ok by ourselves." he pointed out. He and Laura had a mentor and student relationship, but they both didn't need to rely on one another.

"Yeah….but I think it may be good for you. I mean you've never partnered up with anyone other than me. Plus, hanging out with heroes your own age wouldn't be so bad." she pointed out.

James thought the idea over, most of their missions were either solo or a duo job. Never had he really been ok s team with other heroes before…...and if didn't sound like a bad idea. "Hmmmm…...why not? Sounds like fun….I don't need to wear a uniform or something do I?" he asked.

He had nothing against superhero costumes, but when multiple people wear the same costume on a team? Like Power Rangers on TV? It makes him feel like facepalming himself with his claws.

"One of these days you're gonna get a costume and you'll never want to take it off." she replied.

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Manhattan bridge, New York. July 8th, 07:50

It took a few days, but when Laura came home a few nights later she told him the Team was a go. Laura, or X-23 as she was known to the world, wore a black leather jacket with padding on the elbows and a yellow X that went over her chest and back. She wore combat boots and pants with padding on the knees as well. Her face was hidden behind a simple domino mask with white eyes.

Laura took him under a bridge, as she approached, she spoke, "Zeta Tube, activation code zero six one six." she said out loud. The Brock wall in front of them slid upwards, revealing a metal tube leading into the bridge with lights on the inside. Beside the tube was a control panel.

Laura walked over and began typing into it, "Ok…...so how long has this been here?" James asked, looking over the large machine.

"A few years now. They're called Zeta tubes, they're big teleporters that beam us up all over the place." she explained as she finished on the control pad. "Come on, first time is weird but you get used to it." she said before walking into the tube with James following her.

'Recognized. X-23, 018. Wolverine, B-06.'

A almost blinding light filled the tunnel, it felt like he was walking on air for a few seconds before he felt the ground once again. He blinked away the spots in his vision as he looked around the new environment.

As his sight returned to normal, he could tell that this place wasn't used for a while by the smell. It smelled old, but there was a lot of recent activity from the looks of it. He watched as a few of the members of the justice league helped clean the place up.

Laura bumped his shoulder, "Come on, someone I want you to meet, its their first day too. So be nice." she advised.

"I am nice. You're the one who growls at people." James pointed out as they walked away from the main room. "And don't think I didn't catch what the computer said. Why call me Wolverine?" he asked.

"Well what else am I going to call you? Jimmy?" she asked, smirking a little at the name he hated. James hated that nickname, his brother called him it whenever he wanted to get under his skin.

"I'll change it later." he said begrudgingly as he followed Laura into a room that looked akin to a waiting room. There was a waterfall on one wall with a few chairs and a couch in the room as well. But what got his attention was the tall, male looking green man in black with a red X over his chest and blue cape in the room. "Oh….hi."

Laura rolled her eyes, "James, this is J'onn J'onzz. Martian Manhunter. J'onn this is James." she introduced. The alien looked at the young man and gave him a friendly smile before bowing his head ever so slightly.

"Greetings James, it is good to finally meet you." he said in a friendly tone.

"Y-you too…...nice to meet you sir." James said, mimicking mimicking how J'onn bowed his head. A quick whiff of the air, he smelled another scent in the room, however when he looked around he saw that there was only three of them in the room.

Manhunter noticed his confusion, "Ah, it appears that you have your father and sister's senses." he said before looking over at the empty room. "M'gann, there is no need to fear." he said sweetly.

The air shifted as another joined the room, this one was a young teenage girl. She had green skin like Martian Manhunter, but unlike him, she had long, red hair, green eyes, and freckles across her face. Her outfit was also different, while she had a cape like J'onn, she had a white blouse and blue shirt with matching g boots and gloves. But similarly had a red X over her chest.

Her hands folded behind her back in a shy manner, James compared her to that of a small lost pup from the way she was acting. "This is Miss. Martian, my niece." he explained.

James simply smiled and held out his hand, "Hi, I'm James. James Hudson. Nice to meet you." he greeted warmly.

The Martian smiled before shyly taking his hand and shaking it. "H-Hi, I'm Miss. Martian….well you knew that already of course…." She blustered out embarrassingly.

"Miss. Martian will be on the team just like you." Manhunter explained to the pair. "In fact, we should go introduce you two to the others." he said before leading the two teens towards the mission room.

Upon re-entering the room, James saw that it was more populated than it was a few minutes ago. Batman, Aquaman, The Flash, Black Canary, Red Tornado, and a few other members of the League were present. But there were also four other teens, one of them was darker skinned and had what looked like a blonde buzzcut, another was the youngest of the group, his eyes covered by glasses.

Another had ginger red hair and freckles, the final one looked angry, with a simple black t-shirt with the superman logo in red on it. "Cool! Wait, six?" the youngest asked before batman stepped aside to show the two new additions. James wore a simple grey long sleeve shirt with a brown vest and wrangler jeans.

"This is Miss. Martian and James Hudson. They'll be your new teammates." Batman introduced.

James raised a hand and waved, "Hey." he greeted simply with a smile as Miss. Martain gave a more shy greeting to the other boys.

The ginger haired boy leaned over to the younger member, "Liking this gig more every minute." he whispered, James picking it up and rolling his eyes a little but still smiling. "Uh, welcome aboard, I'm Kid Flash, that's Robin, Aqualad. It's cool if you forget their names." he said, each of his friends giving the two of them a greeting at their mention.

Miss. Martian clasped her hands together and smiled, "I am honored to be included." she said respectfully.

"Nice to meet you guys, thanks for letting me join," James said gratefully.

Kid Flash sped around him, looking him over from head to toe. "So uhh, no offense, but what exactly can you do?" he asked, stopping between Aqualad and Robin. Aqualad elbowed his side, "Ow! Sorry, just curious. Sorry." he said, somewhat apologetically.

James shrugged, "It's fine. I never met you guys before. I guess I'm your…...Tracker?" he asked, "My sister suggested I join you guys." he explained.

Aqualad quirked an eye, "Apologies, we were not aware any of the women in the League had a sibling."

James smirked, Well I guess being the son of the guy you were cloned from doesn't exactly translate well. He thought before raising his fist, his metal claws popped out with a SHINK!

The others all stared at the claws, the silence carried on for a few seconds, James started to think he may have crossed a line before Kid Flash grinned. "Dude. That is so cool." James smiled before sheathing the claws, lowering his hand so the didn't see the cuts heal. "So wait, X-23 is your sister? Hey that means you're a clone like Superboy, right?" he asked, looking at the clone in question.

James rubbed the back of his neck, "Um…..no, I mean…...ok sister may not be the right word. Maybe Aunt?" he guessed. Robin and Kid Flash understood what he was saying, Superboy seemed to understand as well while Miss. Martian looked a little confused.

"Despite your origins, we are happy to have you on the Team…...Today is the day." he said happily as the others smiled at his words.

AN: And there we go! First chapter to the story down!

Now, you're probably wondering why James does not have Bone Claws like his father did. It is officially stated that the Beta Adamantium fused to Logan's mutation, so that if he were to have his claws broken, they would grow back with adamantium. And even then Jimmy Hudson (whom James is based off of) has metal coated claws that his mutation made.

Now you're probably wondering if there will be other mutants in this story, in a sense there already are. In season 2 of the show the aliens proved that humans, put under stress, develop mutations in order to survive. In as sense, this is what happened to Logan and James. Now, as of now, James does not have a suit to wear on missions, he will get one, just not right now.

This story will attempt to show what happened between the five year time skip, it will also follow what happened in the comics of the show as well.

Now most importantly, this show is not dead. Not yet anyway, Netflix has said that they are considering on making a third season of the show if the viewership increases. So I ask that you watch it, and if you don't have Netflix, then get the DVDs, the comics, anything. If you love this show do not be afraid to show it, now more than ever. That's all that I ask.

Now don't be afraid to fallow, favorite, and review. Until next time everyone.