Young Justice: Revolution Ep3- Devastated Part 4

    Wally blinked a few times, the black ring around his vision slowly pulling back. He could see muted halos of light through a dark film covering his face. Heat from his breath bounced back against his skin, telling him his head was covered. The haze of noise that buzzed in his ears became clearer as the ringing stopped. He picked out a collection of voices talking in just slightly hushed tones.

    “What do you think? Maybe he’s one of those Cadmus popsicles they just took off ice.” Wally didn’t recognize the voice, but it was distinctly male.

    “I don’t think so. If we’d had one of this guy we would have used him a long time ago.” Of course it was Devastation talking. Wally gritted his teeth at the memory of The Light’s use of cloning. It still made him angry and sad to think about Roy- all the Roys.

    “So what are we talking here? Shape shifter maybe? A descendant perhaps?”

    “Nah. His girl never had the chance before the first wave. Besides the original guy was MIA for a long time before that. It couldn’t be that. There aren’t many shifters left, maybe he’s one of Granny’s cheap knock-offs. He’s a bit faulty though, but I grabbed him for intel anyway.”

    “It was a good call. I’ve been in contact with Green. She’ll be here soon to see what he knows.” The man paused and Wally waited with baited breath. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t ask him a few questions now. Especially now that he’s awake.” The cover was lifted from Wally’s head and he squinted in the suddenly bright light.

    “Morning sunshine.” Devastation said crossing her arms over her chest.

    When Wally’s eyes had adjusted he looked up to see the same man in front of him. “So what can you tell us, kid?”

    Wally ignored the question and looked down at himself. He was on his knees with his arms pulled apart and held out wide with chains attached to each wall. His legs felt heavy even as he sat there, telling him he had to be weighed down somehow. Satisfied with his survey, Wally looked up again. “It depends on who you are.”

    The man just backed up a little, a jubilant laugh bubbling from his throat. “You’re right D. This guy is fried. I think you may have bumped his head a bit too hard with that landing earlier.”

    Wally almost growled in frustration. “Who are you? Where am I and what’s going on? Tell me!”

    The man just looked down at him. “I am Commander Michael Edward Greenway, Leader of the San Francisco Division. Resistance. You should know that, unless Granny cooked you for too long.”

    “What? Who is Granny?” Wally demanded. “What happened here?!” His voice was climbing in volume.

    Michael looked up from Wally’s eyes to his forehead. “He must be all mush in there. It’s going to be a good old fashioned walk in the park for Green to sift through there.”

    “He might be a Trojan Horse.” Devastation said speaking up again.        

    Michael just shrugged dismissively. “If I had read whatever book that reference is from I would know whether or not to agree with you. But for now, let’s just assume he’s some kind of ‘blank slate’ that got through the screenings.” A light flashed in the corner of the room followed by another droning buzz. “Great. Another wonderful message from out soulless self-proclaimed leader himself. Maybe we can get some decent comm time out of this one.” The two turned to leave making Wally anxious.

    His mind whirled putting everything he had seen and heard together. None of it made sense and he really felt as though his brain was cooking inside his skull. “Wait! Please! What year is it?” He pleaded. The two of them stopped and looked at each other sharing their own look of confusion. Wally clenched his jaw again. “WHAT YEAR?” He bellowed in desperation hoping force would get him an answer.

    “I knew it. His egg is scrambled.” Michael gestured for Devastation to exit the room and he followed with one more look over his shoulder at Wally. “It’s 2063.” He replied before shutting the door with a resounding clang.

47 years later