Chapter 5

Disclaimer: If I owned Young Justice, this would be called 'Plans for Future Episodes' rather than FanFiction, heavy on the 'Fan'.

Author's note: Truthfully, I didn't expect that I would get more than 2 OC's, well guess what, I was wrong. 'GHASP!' And Since I don't want to be a mean person and leave anyone out, I've decided to include one OC inspired character from each person who sent in one; sorry I can't do all of them. And I am super sorry if your OC doesn't have many, if any, lines. If all of them had lots of lines, 95% of this chapter would be them talking because there are soo many. P.S, If I happened to leave anyone out, trust me, I know how much you hate an author if they don't take your suggestion.

Also I am soooo sorry for taking so long to update, I was halfway done with this chapter when school started and I haven't been able to add more than 3 words for the past few weeks, thanks to the horror that is homework. Seriously, they should make it illegal to give us so many projects and papers in the first few weeks, I mean we all have lives outside of school and most of my teachers just don't seem to get that.

Oh and on a lighter tone, whoever told me to un-center the text was smart, it looks a lot better now. And you may decide for yourself which species of Robin that Robin is, the European ones are extremely cute and that is most likely the kind of Robin that he was turned into, though I had originally pictured him being an American one.

AnYwHoO, thanks for reading and enjoy the story!

Normal P.O.V

"What do you mean that was our only option!" Wally yelled at Kaldur. Wally actually could sort of understand why he had done it, but he felt that there were a whole bunch of other perfectly reasonable things he could have done instead.

Wally's Cage swung a bit when they turned another corner and the spotted cat struggled to stay on his feet. After all, getting tazered by ten other men at the same time is a hard thing to simply shrug off.

After the guards Sportsmaster had spent at least an hour trying-and failing to find some way to follow the rest of the team into the air vents (Sportsmaster, like a true criminal, mad his henchmen do all the hard work), had radioed in what had happened. From what the team had heard, he had placed guards stationed at every air vent exit, so it seemed to them that their friends had little to no chance of escape. Sportsmaster had then ordered the guards that the plan would go ahead as planned.

"Kid, I understand why you are angry at my decision, but as leader, I felt that if the rest of our team escaped they would have a chance at contacting the league and getting us rescued." Aqualad said calmly trying to get the angry cat to calm down.

Wally took a deep breath, "Alright, let's just say that if they somehow managed to contact the league, and they came here, they wouldn't even know that it was us!"His voice returning to a shout.

"As much as I hate to admit it, Baywatch is right. Even if the League did manage to find us, which is extremely unlikely as it is, they wouldn't find the team, they would just find a group of random animals. If ya don't remember Kal, we can't speak English anymore." Artemis said finishing with a growl as she realized for herself how truly hopeless their whole situation was.

"Perhaps I did not think my decision through enough." Kaldur quietly admitted, looking at the floor of his cage.

"Ya think?" Artemis snapped as the guards paused for a moment outside what looked like a vault to a safe.

Sportsmaster removed a keycard from his pocket and placed it against a scanner. "Access Granted" The door swung open to reveal what must have been a holding cell for prisoners. Right now the room was being used for relatively the same purpose, though instead of storing human prisoners, it stored animal ones.

Much like some of the rooms at the other base, this one was filled with 20 or so animals in cages who were all barking, tweeting, and whatever noise a turtle makes-ing.

Except this time, they could understand what they were saying.

"Daddy, I want to go home." Said a small chipmunk in a cage to the left of the team.

"I know honey, I know, this will all be over soon." Next to the chipmunk's cage was a slightly larger one, in which resided a light brown mongoose who was doing the talking, and in the corner of the cage, sat an oddly colored gecko with red, black, and blue stripes running down it's back.

"Can you idiots just be quiet! I can't even hear myself think." This voice came from a jet black horse in the corner of the room who glared at just about anything that moved.

"It's not good to say bad words." said a small Labrador who for some reason had been put into a bird cage rather than a normal dog cage. The rest of the conversations were too hard to discern through all of the racket.

To say the least, the team was shocked. They had imagined that only them and the star labs scientists had been used as test subjects for the serum. But judging by the sounds of the voices around them, there was an array of adults, teenagers, and small children.

Sportsmaster put the team down in the right corner of the room, next to a bright ginger, almost red tom cat, who for some reason was stumbling around in a circle, mumbling an incoherent tune. And green and blue eyed white cat who sat there silently, watching them all.

"We'll be back for you three in a couple hours, and if you decide to try anything, we'll know." The team turned to look once again at Sportsmaster who was point to two security cameras on the sides of the room. With that last warning, the assassin turned and strode out of the room, followed closely by his posse of guards, the last one slamming the door closed with a "Thunk!"

"Um…excuse me," said a small voice belonging to a tiny tan and brown guinea pig, "Who are you?"

Up until she had spoken, the team hadn't even noticed that as soon as Sportsmaster left, the room had fallen silent and all eyes had immediately locked on the newcomers.

"Yeah," said another voice, this time coming from a pure black cat with a sly calculating voice, "Why do you three get all of the special attention?"

There was a chorus of agreement all around the room, not counting of course, the bright colored tom cat, who let out a confused, "Cheezeburger?"

"Well," started Kaldur, "I suppose that introductions are necessary. I am Aqualad, and these are my friends Kid Flash and Artemis."

And so Aqualad began to tell the waiting animals of what had happened to him and his team….

Although no one really believed them.

…

Robin's P.O.V

"So we have basically no idea where we're going?" asked Superboy.

"Yep." I answered in a false upbeat tone.

"And there is a huge chance were are walking into a huge trap?"

"Pretty much."

"Just checking."

We had been walking for what seemed like hours, but had yet to find somewhere to get out of the air ducts. We had many close calls in the past few hours, seeing as every time we found an exit duct, it would have 2 or 3 guards stationed around it.

So, to sum it all up, every extra minute we spent in here, trying to find a way out, our actual chance of escape went down about 10%. I estimate we are currently somewhere in the -300's.

As we turned and rounded about the thousandth corner, I heard something. I stopped and motioned for the others to do the same.

"Did you hear that?" I asked, looking specifically at Superboy.

"No Super-hearing, remember?" replied the grumpy clone.

Oh, right.

And before I had time to contemplate what our next move would be, the sound repeated its self.

"H-Help us."

Megan and Superboy had tensed up and looked around for the source, now hearing the voice for the first time.

"It came from that direction." I said motioning to the right of us and we took the next right turn, breaking out of our right-left pattern of choosing for the first time.

The sight that met us as we turned the corner was a stroke of luck, there was an exit from the air ducts, a grate, and it was wide open.

Maybe one of the guards had tried to crawl up into the ducts but failed and left it open, maybe it was being cleaned….or maybe it was a trap. I motioned to the others to stay still while I checked it out and tread as silently as I could to the open grate, and then peeked inside.

The room was small; in fact it looked more like a janitor's closet than a room. Wait, did that mean that there were such things as evil janitors? 'Off topic' I consciously reminded myself and continued searching the room, there were no guards which was great, most likely due to the small amount of elbow room. Maybe Sportsmaster had missed the room when he was searching for places where they could have exited the air vent, or maybe he had men posted just outside the door ready to capture us as soon as we left.

The room was stuffed with brooms and mops and anything else an evil janitor might need, but I had yet to find the source of the voice. I looked back at Conner and Megan and nodded: the signal that meant, 'it's ok to come out' and 'we're probably not going to be attacked by crazy ninja assassins if we come into this room, please note that I said 'probably.'

Once we had all gathered around the opening, Megan cautiously whispered in, "Um, hello is anybody in here?"

The response was immediate, something in the corner of the room started moving and I saw that what I had previously mistaken for a pile of dirty towels was actually a cage covered by a mess of filthy rags.

"Hello, help us, please!" came a desperate shout from the cage, its occupant obviously now realizing that they actually had some hope of being rescued.

I took a deep breath and jumped.

The nearest crate was no more than 3 feet down, but I felt like I had just jumped off the empire state building. I tried to use my useless wings to slow me down, but it was no use.

"Crash!"

I heard Megan and Superboy wince from above and had a feeling that I had probably broken a rib or two.

"I'm good." I called up to quell my fears, the last thing I wanted was for Meagan to start apologizing, because other than fire, the only thing that hurt the Martian more than fire was guilt.

I surveyed the room from my new viewpoint to try to find the least self injuring way to the floor and finally settled on a route of oily buckets and broken brooms that lead straight to the hidden cage at the end of the room.

The first thing I noticed as I made my way to the cage was the whimpering. When I had been farther away I had thought that there had been only one creature in the cage, but the closer I came, the more I realized that there were at least two distinct female voices, the one who was whimpering, and whoever was comforting her.

I finally reached the cage and began to remove the rags piled haphazardly over it, revealing two creatures that had obviously been through a lot during their time in this underground base that was seeming more and more like a dungeon.

One of the creatures was obviously a cat, with black and ginger fur that appeared to have been lightly singed in a fire. The other was what appeared to be a porcupine, some of her quills broken who was now cowering in the corner of the cage, too scared to even face in my direction.

"Who-who are you?" asked the cat who was trying at the sometime to coax the porcupine out of the corner.

"Well, my name's Robin, I work with Batman, you may have heard of me. What's your name?" I replied, trying to the 'calm and focused' face that I usually reserved for people who had just survived being attacked by Joker or Two-Face and were experiencing some emotional trauma.

It wasn't working.

I had no idea what these two had been through, but it must have pretty bad judging that the porcupine had curled up completely into a ball and didn't look like she was coming out any time soon. Thankfully the cat was cooperating; although she took a step back when I bent down to inspect the lock, which thankfully was something I was probably going to be able to open with a beak.

"Um- well….. My name's Arianna, and this," she said motioning to the ball of spikes in the corner of the cage, "is Emily." The creature quivered at the use of its name.

"Well," I said, finally succeeding in opening the lock, "As much as I'd love to chat with you, I think it's about time we got out of-"

A loud "Clang!" echoed through the tiny room as the door was suddenly shoved off its hinges and into the wall, by someone who obviously had missed having his life-essential coffee this morning.

Sportsmaster had found us, and this time, he was not going to let us get away.

Dun-dun-dun!

I am super sorry for not updating sooner; I literally forgot that this story even existed for a few weeks. I wonder what they will do to try to get away. No….seriously I have only a super vague idea of what happens next and I was actually planning to make this chapter longer, but that would mean that you would have to wait another few weeks for just a few hundred words.

I really hope that I did a good job of representing your OC's and seriously, if I forgot your character, leave a review saying that and I will try my absolute hardest to include you in the next chapter. Oh, and since there is a very low chance of me actually being able to post before Halloween ( if you don't know what it is, look it up) And I would just like to say,

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(Oh, and P.S, I am going to go as a satyr, because I will never be too old for free candy, NEVERRRRR!)

Please review. -dragonfire-wolfgirl