A/N: Hey so instead of uploading more chapters of my other two stories I decided to write a new one! yay!... sorry. I had this idea in my head for a while an I've written a lot for it. This story will be significantly longer than my other two. This story is set around an OC and I know that's not everyone's cup of tea but I made sure to avoid spoiling or making my OC overpowered for no reason like some stories. Drop a review if you have any questions I will try my best to answer.

In case your wondering I'm setting up this universe to be more along the lines of the DC Movie Universe in terms of looks. Because even though the movies are meh, I still like the overall look and feel of the characters. In this timeline there is an already established Justice League who've fought Darkseid like the "Justice League: War" animation movie. I don't think I will make this a crossover with my other Justice League fanfic because it features Percy Jackson and that can be immersion-breaking. So, anyways, enjoy!

Chapter One:

Unidentified Hovering Object

"Blake!" called out my aunt, "Table three wants chips and salsa. Table six ordered three baskets of buffalo wings, okay?"

I nodded, "Got it." I lifted a platter filled with plates of food and headed out into the dining pavilion. Ever since I got out of high school I started working at my uncle and aunt's restaurant, Donnie's Wing Hut. It was their grandpa's restaurant passed down to his only two grandchildren. Anders, my uncle, ran the day-to-day and handled all the billing and paperwork while my aunt, Denise, worked as the Kitchen manager and on short-staffed days worked the till taking orders.

The restaurant was a large open-concept building with most of the tables located outside in the pavilion. It was meant to give the customers a nice breeze under the sunshine. But Lex Corp decided that a large towering skyscraper would look nice, right next to Centennial Park. The giant building shadowed a good portion of the restaurant and park. I placed a stool next to a table of customers and set down the platter of food. I handed each plate out when suddenly a boom was heard in the sky. A brief flashback to when I was at an Airforce Show came to mind. This sounded like a jet breaking the sound-barrier. High in the sky was a flying person.

"Superman!" a customer said excited. Immediately the surrounding customers stood up taking out their phones bumping me slightly in the process. I held onto a plate that almost escaped my grasp. Everyone in the pavilion started chatting excitedly at the thought of witnessing the superhero in action. However, it was the other flying person that was more interesting. Superman and the unknown person appeared to be talking, you could tell which one was superman because of his bright red cape, when all of sudden the unknown person shot forward at a blinding speed knocking superman into the Lex Corp building. There was an audible crash as the two flew inside the building.

"Everyone! Listen up," my aunt shouted out, walking from inside the restaurant. "Everybody needs to come inside." Right, superhero fights tended to cause massive damage to streets and buildings.

"Okay head inside please," I said nervous. I feared for the safety of the customers and the restaurant itself. Unfortunately, some of the customers were more excited to see the famous hero than worry about their own safety. A few people were adamant about staying outside while others headed in with haste. Thankfully Denise was quick to usher inside the few stubborn individuals. She had two people by the shoulders walking them in. I noticed there was a man near the end of the pavilion trying to capture the fight on his phone.

"Blake, get inside!" Denise called out.

"I will. Hold on," I said pointing to the last customer. I didn't get to see my aunts agitated expression I knew she had on as I jogged to the man. "Sir, you need to come inside."

"Worry about yourself!" he snapped. That was when I noticed the camera he had. It wasn't a phone like I thought. It was a small professional camera designed to take long-distance shots. He continued to try to record or capture a photo.

"Listen buddy, you ne-" A loud explosion went off right in front of us! The man and I were knocked back off our feet. I hit the ground landing on my back. The pain was immediate and stung. I could feel heat all along the right side of my body. I groaned in pain. I tried to roll off my side when the floor beneath me crumbled apart. I let out a yell and I could faintly hear my name being called out in panic as I fell a into the growing hole.

I landed face first this time onto cold white floor. I stood up shakily and slightly dazed. My left leg was throbbing in pain and my entire back and arms were covered in scrapes. To my amazement I was able to stand. Looking back where I fell, I could see the outside sky through the hole. With all of the rubble and debris it looked impossible to climb back up. I took notice of my surroundings. I was in a hallway similar to that of a hospital. Which was very odd. I was essentially right underneath the restaurant but instead of a basement or just miles of dirt, was a hospital? That didn't add up. I tried to call out for help, "Hello! Can anybody hear me?!" I yelled for a few minutes but to no response. I briefly wondered where the man with the camera had gone. I tried not to think about what probably happened to him. What most likely happened with an explosion of that magnitude. But how am I still alive? I wondered.

My train of thought was interrupted by a beeping noise and red flashing light. Down the hallway on the wall was a keypad of some kind. I absentmindedly walked toward it. I gripped my arm as a wave of pain shot through my leg. I eventually managed to hobble over to the keypad. It looked really high-tech with various buttons and a small miniature keyboard. Near the bottom was a telephone symbol and my heart flooded with relief. I could call someone. Thank God, I thought. I pressed it and a calm robotic voice spoke out a single word, "Identify."

"Um, hello?" I said.

To which the keypad responded with, "Identify."

"Uh. I don't work here. I'm trapped down here! Please can anybody hear me." I said starting to worry that this might've been a useless endeavor.

I tried pressing the button a couple of times when the voice spoke out in a sterner tone, "Intruder. Stay where you are. Intruder." It just kept repeating itself. Around me the lights on the wall turned flashing red. I backed away slowly not knowing what to expect.

"Shit." I said. The last thing I needed right now was to be arrested. "Fuck. Shit. Fuck." I said trying to hobble away. That was when the roof stared to drop down. At least a portion of it. A giant wall descended from the ceiling slamming down closing off the room I was just in with the giant hole I fell through. The wall looked like a metal reinforced door thing. Straight out of a Sci-fi movie. I half expected more door/walls to come down and close off any means of escape. But it was just that one. "Fucking shit." I growled. More worried than ever I began to run toward the only direction I could, down the mysterious hall. And when I say run, I more or less, speed-hobbled.

I reached the end of the hallway to find a T-intersection. I could go left or right. The right hallway seemed to lead into a large room while the left hallway just continued. "Ennie, meenie, miney- that way," I said choosing to go right. I hobbled for a few minutes until I reached the entryway to the room, but "room" wasn't the right word. It was more like, "huge fucking underground bunker". I was on a crosswalk a couple hundred feet up that extended out into the middle of the bunker and veered off into separate directions. In the bunker were high-tech looking vehicles. There were a few eighteen-wheelers, a helicopter, and a few vans that had the Lex Corp logo printed on the side. That was when it dawned on me where I was. I can't believe it took that long. I was under Lex Corp. Why was Lex Luthor, the dude running for president, building under a wing restaurant? A rumble shook the building. Alright, I need to work on getting out of here. I noticed that the hallway I exited from had a neighboring hallway with a staircase leading upwards. Well, better than going down I suppose. I turned briefly back at the bunker room and my heart leaped out of my chest. Behind me was a floating robot thing. It was bronze colored and had a grid-like design on a circular panel. It just floated there. I was about to head up the stairs and ignore it when it made a loud broken sound.

"ZZZKSK-GKSH SHZZIKS-KSHSHK," the gridded panel moved in rhythm with the noise. Extending and shrinking back into itself.

"Ohhhh-kay" I said starting to walk up the stairs.

"BSSHZZIKK! VGHSPPP-POSSHSKZ!" the robot flew in front of me, blocking my ascent.

I took a step back confused. It didn't seem to be aggressive. It sounded like it was trying to communicate. "Uh. I uh, I'm not sure what your trying to say," I said to it.

From behind me a voice rang out, "The intruder has been spotted, Immediate back-up is requ-" he was cut off by a blast of blue light hitting him square in the chest.

I jumped up in fright. "Holy shit," I said looking at the guy who was just shot. He wore a white lab coat with a shirt and tie underneath. He laid on the ground unconscious or dead, I wasn't sure. I looked back at the robot, "Did you just shoot that guy?!" I said frantic.

To which the robot responded with, "ZZSHITIV-HOSTSSTSH-ILE."

Whoa it almost said a word. Sounded like, "Hostile." I looked back at the scientist looking man and saw him groan in pain. "Oh, thank god," I said relieved. The man was still very much unconscious though. I put my hand to my rapidly beating heart and laid my other hand on the robot. It immediately pressed against my hand adjusting itself so that I was touching its grid-like panel. "What?" I muttered. Suddenly my hand felt like it was magnetized to the robot. I couldn't let go! "What the hell, man!" I said annoyed. The robot started hovering a little bit higher and started making weird humming sounds. At this point I was on my tippy-toes. "What the fuck are you doing," I cried out. Oh shit, I thought. It's trying to take me somewhere! I used my free arm and grabbed onto the robot with all my strength, the last thing I wanted was a dislocated arm. As soon as both my hands were on it took off flying upwards! "Fuuuuucking Hell!" I yelled as we flew through the facility.

We flew all the way to… somewhere! I had my eyes closed during the unwarranted flight. When we stopped moving, I could feel the robot let go of my hand, but I still held on, I didn't want to look down. I didn't have a fear of heights or anything, but I didn't want to risk it. The robot wasn't having it though and started to shake side to side until I slipped off landing on my butt. I wasn't far from the floor. Oh, thank you God, I thought relieved. When I fell, I landed on my hurt leg and I had to grit my teeth at the pain. Slowly I stood up again. The robot hovered in front of me and said in coherent words, "HumANS SSHHZKK-SHZX FRagiLEZKK."

"Yeah, we tend to be," I said. I should have been more shocked to be talking to a robot, but I was in so much pain I just wanted to be home again.

The robot started floating away, "Follow." It spoke without the broken garbled noise.

I followed it without any other options. It led me down a corridor and several different directions. The robot seemed to know which way to go. Eventually we arrived at another large room, this one appeared to be a laboratory of some kind. What took my breath away was the giant spaceship resting on a pedestal. Black and gold with impressive carvings and symbols etched along the side. It seemed to be made out of the same material as the robot. There were several wires and large tubing connecting to the ship and to a couple large computers surrounding it. What gave me another shock were the several scientists passed out on the ground. My first thought was that they died but upon closer inspection they appeared to be alive, only stunned. I turned to the robot who just floated wordlessly toward the ship.

The robot shot at a few of the wires and tubing attached to the ship. Seeing it again it looked like a blue laser that it kept firing. A small compartment opened up at the front of the ship, just the right size for the robot to fit in. The robot then turned to look at me with it's grid face. "Come," it said.

I was a little braver now, whatever this robot needed involved me being alive. I stood my ground and asked, "Why? What do you want me for?"

The robot hovered without a word for a few moments, but then said, "To preserve my kind."

"What do you need me for?" I asked again.

Behind the robot the ship opened up fully, and I could see a seat.

"Activate the center console."

"Why?" I demanded.

"I cannot access the main computer," it said. Behind me I could here footsteps, a lot of footsteps coupled with shouting. The footsteps started to become louder and the robot made a static noise, like a radio tuning into a station. The voice of a woman rang out. "The order is to kill on sight. We move on my signal." The robots voice took over and said, "The pod will protect you."

Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, I thought scared out of my mind. I didn't know what this robot wanted but it was better than being gunned down. I hurried to the ship or pod or whatever it was and climbed into it. As soon as I was in the doors closed above me and the console in front of me lit up with a blue light. Alien symbols covered the keyboard. Through the glass I could see the robot entering the compartment. "So, are we flying out of here?" I asked.

"No," the robots voice came from all around me this time. "This is not a flight-capable vessel."

"Obviously," I said sarcastically.

"If it was obvious why did you assume it would fly?" the robot questioned.

I didn't answer and instead asked, "What do we do now?"

"Place your hand on the indicated panel." I looked at the mess of foreign symbols and buttons and saw a hand shaped indention outlined by a blue glow. I pressed my right hand onto it."

"Okay done, now what?"

"To preserve my race, I must safeguard the genetic code of my people." From the entrance of the lab poured in twenty or so armed guards. "This pod can no longer maintain the level of security needed to protect it. The human scientists have found a way in. As the sole guardian of POD-217 I must decide a new location for it to reside in." By now the guards have surrounded the pod. The apparent leader of the squad started speaking but I couldn't make out what. The pod seemed to block out any outside noise. "I've decided that a biological creature, another human being, would be a more than adequate location for the genetic-code to be stored." I was just more confused now, but before I could voice my confusion the pod sprouted mechanical arms that proceeded to hold me down.

"What the fuck! What are you doing!?" I screamed out. The pod seemed to change around me, the space I was in started to shrink as metal panels closed around me. Soon enough I was in a tube that started to fill with a cold liquid. "Let me out!" I screamed. Then I felt a sharp pain on both sides of my neck. The pain worsened as I could feel two needles extend into me. It was an uncomfortable pain that left me unable to speak. Soon I was fully submerged in the liquid. I could feel something solid touch my forehead and that was when the world went black.

A/N: I do not own Justice League, It belongs to DC. Any original character belongs to me.