I only intended this to be a one fic, but I desperately hope that it kicks off into a heavy chaptered story because I have a lot of ideas for this. It was inspired AND DEDICATED TO READINGhearts17who requested the idea a long while ago. The idea caught my eye and stuck with me, so I figured I might as well write it up. I mean…
History Lesson!: In 1999, a man named Jonathan James did a lot of hacking. He even hacked military stuff! He put a backdoor in the Department of Defense's DTRA and hacked NASA. I figured by those standards, if he had stayed alive and uncaught a while longer, he would've had some serious potential. NASA and the DOD are part of the government which is a step away from the pentagon which I assume is a lot stricter than the League computers. True, Johnny boy killed himself in 2007, but this is a different reality. Slightly.
Disclaimer: I lliw nwo gnihtemos. Damnit Zatanna, you failed. Now I can kill you.
The smile was fleeting, beyond that of the star kind that existed within the universe of action figures that lined the shelves of his walls[1], but the fact that it had lingered a moment simply proved that he definitely couldn't belong to this world. The fact that the corners of his lips had been turned up during this fierce a task only seemed to prove that he wasn't fit to be wearing baggy jeans with a hole in the left knee and a stained oversized gray shirt that hid his muscular figure expertly; rather he belonged in a tunic with a lightsaber tucked in at his waist, a braid pooling at the nape of his neck that was much thinner than the rest of his hair.
Of course, a man of his age was far past the Padawan stage, but the number of Jedi on his wall were limited, the majority of the men in boxes being little Anakin and Obi-Wan, their braids faintly chiseled down properly to a point where they couldn't be removed. Besides, Yoda certainly wouldn't allow a man this cruel of heart to properly bear the name of the Jedi under his own. This certain man, the one abusing his keyboard with the frantic orchestral sound that resulted of his fingers striking the keys, never a note to be missed, was far worse than Darth Vader ever could be. If baby Anakin was rejected, there was no way this wannabe ever could stay light of the force.
This man had his hair shaved down to where it could barely considered peach fuzz, the most deceased shade of brown coating the pale of his skin on his head. His eyes were green, the plain color darkened straight to its core with the coolest ice, the kind that can only be found in the depths of prison. Although his stay was relatively short, the memory of what happened once the bars closed shocked the sanity from him, tearing away all remorse that had ever made him faintly human. Now, as each key stroke darted his eyes across the screen, he got a breath closer and closer to finally ending the insanity.
There was just that edge where everything is as far downhill as it can possibly get and he was still falling hard, so he decided the best way would be to simply stop falling. He wouldn't go up or sideways; he would just lie there, caught in time, everything stopped after his plan fell through. He couldn't take his own life without taking those that pushed him this far, even if the act he was committing now wouldn't actually film over the eyes of the victims. It would be too easy to simply kill them! Besides, his skills were over a computer screen and a keyboard, not with any potentially lethal weapon. Please note, he had no intention of beating them over the head with said items, so the computer is not to be considered lethal.
Years ago, the Justice League and their pesky sidekicks had caught him, tracked him down and sent away his sanity with a single click of the handcuffs adjusting to his wrist size. With a single click, they had ruined his life so he figured he owed them the same honor. That's why, after countless hours of typing, looking over glasses and holding in every bodily function he had control over besides breath, that final click brought laughter to Jonathan's lips. This wasn't a normal chuckle though, nor was it a giggle or a snort. This was full out mad laughter, a laugh that showed he had finally won before he lost it all in another click, this click splattering his desk a dark scarlet.
A genius among geniuses had managed to do what no other villain had ever succeeded in. This man was a muggle among wizards, a Slytherin around Gryffindors, a Nazi among Jews or vice versa for all of those situations. He was an average man, nothing amazing about him compared to the amazing skills possessed by the Arkham residents that had a reputation as big as their hatred towards the hero that had put them away. Even their hatred hadn't given them the strength to expose the true identities of every superhero, no matter how strong the mask of the hero or their previous defenses, or even the strength of the enemy. With a single click, there wasn't a secret about the Justice League and their younger add on that the world wasn't about to learn. In that click, the world was introduced to who they had really been idolizing all this time.
And just like that, the heroes were now just like the boxed up action figures on the shelves along the walls. There was nothing on them that the viewers couldn't see and they couldn't escape, the metal twist ties and the clear box binding them in the same position, forcing them to go on with the realization that they couldn't even slightly reverse this. Taxes were high and even those that truly cared could do nothing but watch on in horror as the one they loved was taken away and defiled by the public.
[1] Star Fleet.
The next few chapters will be how each hero (that is picked) reacts to being exposed… So name heroes. Robin, Batman and Kid Flash are guaranteed automatically, so don't worry about my favorite boys. And… I'm writing another fic that's kind of like a Comic Con convention and although Miss West already gave me a lot of questions for it, I need questions that you would ask the Young Justice team if they were real and you could ask them as much as you want. The help would be appreciated. Review?
-F.J.