I could see the sunlight peeking out through my closed eyelids, causing them to flutter open. I rolled over and looked at my white ceiling, sighing. Morning already? I asked myself as I sat up and stretched. It felt like I only slept for ten minutes. I check my surroundings and raised an eyebrow. Where the hell was I? I knew I wasn't in my room at the Wayne Mansion – there would be pictures of Bruce and I and snipping's of articles about Boy Wonder. Neither was I in Mt. Justice; that would be customized also. I told myself to stay calm and check my memory.
A light bulb went off in my head. Oh, yeah. The Young Justice team got back late from covert – and by covert, I mean the mission was meant to be covert but one of us got to excited and ended up beating the living shit out of bad guys – mission so all of us decided to rent a couple rooms at a nearby hotel. It was so late that I didn't even remember what the hotel looked like, so I thought that this place must've of been it. I looked out of the large window. I remembered we got two rooms - one for the boys and one for the girls – so naturally I wasn't surprised to have a warm, orange haired companion next to me. What I was surprised about was that I didn't see Superboy or Kaldur anywhere. I thought they were probably eating breakfast or hanging in the girl's room.
I stumbled over to where I thought the bathroom was – which ended up being a carpet – when I noticed something strange. Why were my arms so hairy? And my chin? What was going on? I scratched what I thought was supposed to be stubble on my chin, telling myself not to panic. I walked-ran to the bathroom. On my way there, something long and black fell into my vision. I grabbed it and realized it was my hair. Since when did I have this long of hair?
When I made it to the bathroom, I felt my eyes widen as I looked into the mirror. Instead of my short, black hair and thin, thirteen-ear-old body, I saw an older man. His hair was long, just above his shoulders, light black stubble on his chin, and some-what deep smile lines. He looked like he was in his late twenties. I looked down to his arms; there was messy black hair all over them. I looked at his hands; there were blisters and scars, just like what I had from missions, just a lot more. And from what I could see, under his white tank top, there were also a lot of scars. Some looked like scars from bullets, some from knives. The weirdest thing was, I felt like I knew where each one of them came from.
The man had blue eyes, pale skin, and I noticed there were sunglasses lying on the sink nearby. I looked in the mirror and raised an eyebrow, as did the man in the mirror. I held back a shocked expression and sighed, earning a sigh from the man too. I waved - he waved. I stuck out my tongue - he stuck out his tongue. I held my ears and puffed up my cheeks - he held his ears and puffed up hischeeks. I frowned – he frowned. I reached out to touch the glass, and he did it the same exact moment I did. I took my hand back slowly and as did he. I gulped, fearing that my prediction would come true; as I touched his reached up and touched his cheek.
My eyes became saucers and I bit back a scream as realization came to me.
This man was me.
This was fun to write. I got this idea last night, and I thought it was a good one, because I had writer's black for a while.
WHAT DICK WENT FROM ROBIN TO NIGHTWING? WHAT? WHAT'S GOING ON!
WAIT? WHY IS AN ORANGE-HAIRED HUMAN SLEEPING NEXT TO HIM? IS IT A GANGSTA? OR MAYBE QUITE POSSIBLY... A GUY WITH AN ORANGE AS A FACE?
I hope you enjoyed, there will be more coming soon!