So here's what's going on, guys: My mother passed away due to a drug overdose last Saturday. I'm going to keep this short and such and let you all know I may not be updating for a while. My mother and I were not close, by any means, but she was my mother and I feel the need to step up and take over her jobs around the house. This is also my senior year of high school, so I'm dealing with ACTs and Senior Pictures and Graduation and Ordering Stuff (Cap, Gown, Class Ring etc.) and My Aunt is Getting Married this Sunday and College Applications and I will try to update when I can, writing will actually be a means of escape for me, but I just wanted you all to be aware of what's happening.

To apologize, I'm giving you guys the first scene of the next chapter.

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He's gone over members, past plans, current plans in motion, future plans, motives, goals, views on everything from which political leaders are the easiest to manipulate to how the members see the Justice League and it's surprising to recite it all because wow, Klarion never realized how much information he actually picked up from meetings with the Light.

Most of the heroes are dozing off and not picking up any information at all (Klarion dedicates some new sleeping positions to memory for use in future meetings) and the awake ones are resting their heads on their hands - too tired to sit straight any more - and a select few keep the true state of their consciousness a mystery behind their masks.

Batman, not looking tired at all, stands straight at the other side of the table, plugging information into a little computer and taking special notes with a device on his wrist. When he began taking notes almost three hours ago, Klarion sped up the speed of his words and used his forked tongue to mispronounce things and use a lisp whenever possible. It wasn't to hope Batman didn't hear things or skip over information.

It was just to annoy Batman.

"That's about it," he sighs out when he finishes up with current ideas being thrown around the Light and readjusts so he's no longer reclining in his hard chair with his feet up on the table and stands up. His stomach is beginning to churn just a bit and settle coldly inside him and Klarion tries not to frown when he realizes that it's been three hours since he was last around Robin but it's bearable for now with the final thing on his agenda keeping him preoccupied; he's so giddy to reveal the last piece that he thinks he'll explode unless his bottled excitement finds a way out.

Klarion dances around the sleeping heroes that he has to be working with from now on, circling the table and unconscious forms and trying to peek over the Bat's shoulder to see what he's been writing in his wrist. When his loop is done, Klarion walks straight past his seat and over to the glaring red head, just as awake as himself, against the wall.

"Oh wait, that's right!" He snaps his fingers as if just remembering something that he never forgot. "I almost missed the good details," he purrs out and Red Arrow pushes himself off the wall and stands a full head taller than the witch boy, "about Roy Harper."

Klarion is delightfully gleeful with the widened eyes and shocked look that the mask cannot cover.

"What are you talking about?" He spits out as soon as his anger covered up his surprise.

"The Light's proudest achievement," Klarion sneers. "You."

"Klarion," Batman calls out from behind and the Lord of Chaos can hear a few disgruntled groans about loud noise during their rest. The gruff voice doesn't display whether his annoyance is from Klarion taunting a former protege or from one last secret that the witch boy is prolonging.

"The rest of them really should see this," he says as innocently as possible with fangs, horns and claws. "Paz!"

All of the unconscious members who were slumped against the table (which was everyone but Batman, Martian Man Hunter, Blonde Woman Mentor, Wonder Woman, Superman and Red Tornado) cry out in shock and anger at a disturbed rest as a small current (still more powerful than it needed to be) runs through them and forces them awake. Zatara, peeking around sheepishly, looks rather embarrassed for falling asleep during a meeting for his...ugh...side-.

Nope.

No.

He's not even going to think the word.

"Big, bad Red Arrow," Klarion coos. "Too afraid to join the little heroes because he thinks there's a mole in the kiddies. Too afraid to join because he knows someone's a mole."

"I knew it," he repeats with a growl. "Who is it? Artemis? Miss Martian? Superboy?" The red head's sneer grows with every option. "No. It has to be Artemis. Misplacing the tracker for Cheshire. Lying about being GA's niece. And you-" he turns to his former mentor, who is wide awake with the confrontation going on, "-helping her, allowing her to lie and get a place on the Team! I'm going to lodge an arrow in her skull." The last sentence is muttered darkly under his breath and Klarion feels a shiver run down his spine with the threat of potential fatality, but the murderous glance is turned back to him. "What does this have to do with me, Devil Boy?"

"Witch boy," Klarion corrects in a mighty tone before continuing. "The mole is not Blondie, it is not the alien, it is not Project Kr," he draws in a deep breath for the final blow. "It's you." Oh yes, the revelation is satisfying.

Well it would be satisfying if the sleeper agent had reacted, but Red Arrow doesn't even bat an eyelash. "What're you talking about?"

"The Light needed an insider on the Justice League, someone easy to manipulate - and it's clear that a mind like yours in nothing but putty - for information. Not a member, that would be too obvious, too risky for us."

"Wait...what's the Light again?"

Klarion ignores the Flash's yawn of a question and steps closer to the annoying ginger and is slightly surprised when the solo hero stands his ground, allowing the space between them to decrease. "We never even considered Batman's sidekick, the Light overestimate Tall and Brooding and believes he could detect even the slightest change with someone he works so closely with," he leaves the and I would have torn my colleagues' throats out if they went near Robin unsaid, "the Flash's sidekick was too fast, Aquaman's was always underwater, so who does that leave but itty, bitty Roy Harper?"

"You expect me to believe I've been giving you information on my friends without knowing it?"

Klarion does not appreciate the skeptical, belittling tone Red Arrow uses and sneers. "Allow me to demonstrate it, Broken Arrow."

Immediately, his position is no longer towering and a weak attempt at being menacing and his eyes are no longer narrowed with distrust and his arms are no longer crossed in annoyance. Red Arrow stands straight, looking forward and above Klarion's head with a blank stare and arms dutifully at his sides.

Klarion can hear a soft, worried "Roy?" from behind him mixed with the gasps and mumbles of confusion.

"What did you do to him?" Green Arrow barks and stands so abruptly his chair is sent sailing.

Klarion ignores him and tosses around suggestions of information to unlock. With so many heroes, anything with the Justice Idiots would take too long. "Name every mission location the Young Justice has been in the past month."

"Bayou Bartholomew against the Injustice League, Belle Reve in order to obtain T.O. Morrow's location from Professor Ivo, Yellowstone National Park against Red Volcano. Those are the only locations I know of."

"What are the weaknesses of individual Young Justice members?"

"Artemis: unknown. Aqualad: weakness and severe dehydration when exposed to fire. Kid Flash: loses the ability to run, even stand, without consuming some form of nutrition frequently. Miss Martian: fear of fire and weakness when exposed to it. Emotional attaches to Superboy can be easily manipulated as with any members of the Team. Superboy: vulnerable to kryptonite. Emotional attaches to Miss Martian can be easily manipulated as with certain other members of the Team. Loses control of emotions when compared to Superman. Robin: Unknown."

Klarion exhaled a sigh with the last one. He does not want the Light to know anything that could harm his soul mate.

"Good enough. Fixed Arrow."

Red Arrow's eyes widen in pain and he clutches his head before falling to his knees and gasping out in pain. Now, it's satisfying. But he has not been on the ground for a full second before Blonde Woman Mentor comes running to his side and helping him up.

"Normally another trigger word is used to erase your memory," Klarion informs while adjusting his black jacket more casually than he should be.

"I...I've been the mole this whole time?" The question is said disbelief.

Klarion likes the Broken Arrow voice more than the Red Arrow voice. "Yes. And by whole time, it's been about three years we've had you doing this."

"Three...three years?" Green Arrow questions breathlessly as his old protege is brought to sit beside him and regain his composure.

"Luthor assumed it would be best to reprogram him before you two became so well attached that you would notice subtle differences," Klarion picks at his claws and takes a seat in where he had originally been sitting and smirks up at the heroes, all wide eyed and startled, but too tired for words.

"How...how much," Broken Arrow's voice breaks with what sounds like the beginning of either crying or hyperventilating, "have I told you?"

"Throughout all the years? Whew, too much to remember at the moment," Klarion sadistically enjoys the half whimper from the red head. "We never ask for true identities or where anyone lives, so don't get too whiny over there."

"Klarion," Batman demands. "What have you asked for?"

"Plans, weaknesses, who will be where when, limits. Don't fret your batty little head. He's too dumb to know as much as we'd like. He was programmed to unknowingly strive for making the Big Boy League so he could betray you with bigger events, that's why he threw such a hissy fit when you all denied him the right to join your ranks. You kept him away from confidential information that he would have reported to us, so you actually saved yourselves. Congratulations."

"I...I can't believe... How did this happen?"

"Remember when you were dumb enough to go on a mission without your mentor's permission? You broke into a LexCorp company, triggered nearly every alarm and were captured?"

"No! I-I got away!"

"No, you were programmed into remembering you got away. You were captured and had a little bit of...brain surgery if you will."

"You were in my mind?!" The anger that rushes back into the voice shows that Broken Arrow has relinquished hold back to Red Arrow.

"Not me, idiot. I'm not going to risk my intelligence searching through the much you call a brain. Cadmus workers, genomorphs, a little Wotan, a little Psimon and now you're...well, this."

Broken Arrow shakes and holds his head in his hands. "I betrayed my friends, my mentors, endangered everyone."

"I know. It's wonderful, isn't it?"

"How do we get him back to himself?" The woman with wings, one of the few to be awake enough to talk, asks. "Back to the Roy we love and trust," she emphasizes while looking in Broken Arrow's direction.

"I may be of assistance," Martian Man Hunter offers. "I can search in his mind for which brain waves relinquish control at trigger words."

"No!" Broken Arrow tries to bark, but only manages something that isn't at least a whimper. "No more people in my head, no more screwing with my mind!" He stands up and steadies himself on the table.

"Roy," Blonde Mentor Woman tries and reaches out for him, but he steps out of her reach. "Allow him to break the ties in your head. He doesn't want to mess up your mind, you've known him for years, he wants to give your mind back to you."

"No," he growls and pushes away from everybody. "Just everybody stay out of my head! You," the red head turns to Klarion, "stay out of my head! I'll deal with this on my own!" Broken Arrow spins on his heel and takes off running through the door and out of the hall.

"Roy!"

"Wait!"

"Stop!"

"Where are you going?"

"Please!"

Multiple heroes make to stand, but Green Arrow shots them all a look to shut up and sit down. "I'll go after him."

"Roy needs to be alone," Blonde Mentor Woman tries and touches his arm gently.

"I know, that's why I'll let him think he is. But he's emotional and exhausted. I'll keep my distance unless necessary." Green Arrow makes his way out of the room before looking back in the witch boy's direction. "Thanks a lot, kid," he snarls.

Klarion just smirks as the man leaves, not even bothering to correct him, and yells out an "Anytime!" after the quick footsteps echoing in the hall.

The silence from everyone else is heavy and suffocating, but Klarion doesn't need air anyway.

"I think we all need some rest," the dark skinned man with the lantern symbol on his chest sighs and several others nod in agreement.

"Red Tornado, Martian Man Hunter," Batman addresses in a tone that seems as if nothing just happened. "Are you two willing to take the first watch as the rest of us get some rest?"

"Affirmative."

"Of course."

Batman nods his approval. "Everybody should remain in the cave until morning in case of an emergencies."

"In case Klarion makes any more trouble," the Lord of Chaos can hear beneath the man's words and scowls.

The members tiredly agree and all stand to make their way to wherever their rooms may be, some leaning on each other for assistance to drag weary feet, others actually carrying those too tired and the witch boy turns up his nose at the at the world's protectors sinking low enough to need help.

"Klarion, follow me," commands Batman.

He would have snapped the hero's neck if he didn't need to turn around to collect Teekl first.

Batman steps silently into the hall and walks briskly past all his sleepwalking teammates with Klarion and a sleeping Teekl behind. They take a few turns and go down another hall, passing several rooms, a kitchen and the TV Klarion watched when he first arrived.

"This," Batman halts in front of a door, "will be your room at the mountain." He types a few numbers into the pad beside the entrance and the door slides up into the wall above it, revealing an ordinary-sized room. Klarion takes a tentative step inside - he never cared for the room Luthor gave him - and sees it's just as plain as the one the bald man had for him. Dark walls that appear to be light blue once the light is turned on by Batman outline the room with a bed, a closet and a desk each on a wall by themselves with the fourth wall being empty save for the door.

"I see it's as dull as all of you."

"You are not required to stay in the room until the Team wakes up, but I would recommend catching some rest before introducing yourself as their new teammate.

"Fine. Get out now."

Batman makes no noise as he leaves just as Klarion expected, but he does not anticipate the female voice behind him.

"Klarion," Blonde Woman Mentor calls out from the door way and he grits his fangs for already becoming so accustomed to her voice that he can identify it without actually seeing her.

"What?" He doesn't turn around, choosing to explore the contents of the closet instead...which are non-existent. They can't even provide him with clothes (that he doesn't need)?

So much for hospitality.

"You and I will talk more in the morning about you becoming more situated here, but you need to know that on this Team, on any team, the actions you took regarding Red Arrow's situation were unacceptable." Klarion just about growls and spins back to sneer at her, but she doesn't back down. Her gaze is stern, but her exhaustion and compassion make it hard for him to take seriously. Well, everything about this woman makes it hard for him to take her seriously. "If you want to be on the Team, you need to have respect for your teammates and members of the Justice League."

"He's not -!"

"Even Red Arrow. Taking a matter like this so carelessly and exposing someone's weakness the way you did is not what we do." Her gaze softens even further. "I know you're not use to any this and you're probably not use to having to work with others, but to be apart of the Team, you must try to consider how others will feel." Inside, Klarion is hysterical with the speech Blonde Mentor Woman thinks will help him with being a good guy and being nice and fighting for justice and all the other worthless acts, but on the outside, he's scowling and forcing as much anger and hatred into his eyes. "I'll be resting now as well," good riddance, "at least think about what I just said until morning," she gives a half-hearted smile that still manages to radiate warmth and he shies away from it, "please."

Blonde Mentor Woman steps forward to give him a pat on the arm that Klarion swears burns him through his jacket and shirt and a soft "goodnight and sweet dreams" before exiting his new room and to find her own down the hall and leaving Klarion to sneer at the back of her head with fiery eyes.

Oh, if only he had Superman's heat vision.

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