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Black Beetle x You	By : Black-Beetle-Writer Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Young Justice Views: 2156 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Strong arms were wrapped tightly around you as you rested against a muscled chest. You were feeling unbelievably warm and content while you were cuddled up on Dawur's lap. He nuzzled into your hair and squeezed you gently while you gazed out through the front window of the Reach ship, taking in the view of the city slowly fading away as the vessel rose higher through the clouds. You smiled to yourself and sighed happily, glad that it was all over and you were leaving with him. It had not been a problem with the Light, thankfully. Now that the Reach's plans were well underway, Dawur's services were required elsewhere in the galaxy. The Reach had plans for worlds other than Earth.
The ship soon breached the clouds and gave you an amazing view of the stars. You weren't sure where you were headed, but as long as Dawur was by your side, everything would be fine. You couldn't imagine be separated permanently from him. It would destroy you. Just the thought of it made an uncontrollable shiver run through your body. As if reading your mind, a deep voice purred from above, "You know I wouldn't leave you behind, Meat." Grinning at his words, you turned around to gaze up into his handsome red eyes. His face held a gentle look and you could not help but reach up and run a hand lightly down his cheek. He leaned into your fingers as you trailed them down his black armor, tracing the edge of the grey marking.
"I know. Dawur," you replied, the absolute truth of your statement radiating from the bottom of your heart. You were so lucky, so very lucky to be with him. He really was amazing and you felt safe with him. Overcome with emotion, you tried to analyze your thoughts and express how you felt, words quickly failing you, "I..."
He chucked in amusement at your inability to articulate your thoughts. "Hmm?" he teasingly prompted, leaning down to brush his lips against yours, the touch soft, unlike his usual hungry kisses. You relaxed into the warm caress, your heart fluttering and your eyes slowly falling closed, his hands gently running down your back, sending shivers along your spine. You felt his mouth open to say something and a loud shriek filled your ears.
You jerked up, panting heavily and glancing around wildly as your body adjusted to your rude awakening and the harsh beeping of the alarm filled the otherwise quiet air. The cold, dark metal walls of Black Manta's main ship were a stark reminder of your current situation. Sighing as your dream slipped away, you reached over and hit the top of the alarm clock to turn it off. It had been such a good dream, too. Fuck. You seemed to be having a lot of dreams about Dawur, almost every night since you had been separated. You fingered the black bracelet around your wrist, wondering what he was doing right now. Did he miss you? Did he think about you as much as you did him? Did he even think about you at all? Was he back on the Reach ship or somewhere else? He hadn't visited this Manta ship yet. Maybe he couldn't, or didn't know where you were. You had no idea. Sometimes you were sorely tempted to press the button on your bracelet, so that it would turn on the tracking signal that his scarab would pick up, but if he found that you had only pushed it to see him again and it wasn't an emergency, he would probably not be happy about it, and you dare not even chance that.
You curled your legs closer to your body and rested your head against them. How many times had you sat on your bed in the same position and cried, or fought back tears while you trembled? You had lost count during your time here. It had been over a month and a half. Needless to say, it had been really hard for you at the start. Your heart had ached with the pain of missing Dawur, and you longed for his touch, to hear his voice and look into his eyes. It had nearly consumed you at times, and it had taken all of your focus and will power to not crack under Death Stroke's suspicious watch. Speaking of him, the man terrified you and stressed you out like nothing else. While he was similar to Sportsmaster in ways, there was this deadly air around him and he looked at you like he could see through you, or read your mind. It was pretty creepy. You had briefly mourned Sportsmaster's death. He had been the one to bring you into the Light and set you on the path to meet the Reach and Black Beetle. You would always be grateful for that. You did miss him sometimes, but it didn't devastate you or anything. It was nothing compared to how much Dawur's absence tormented you. You had slowly grown numb to the pain as each day dragged by. Thinking about it would cause your heart to clench and your chest to burn.
Shaking your head to clear your thoughts before you made yourself even more miserable about being stuck on this ship, you glanced at the clock to check the time. You would have to be at your post soon. When you had arrived on the ship, Deathstroke had briefed you on the state of Black Manta's son, Kaldur뭓hm. He had been thrown into a catatonic state after Miss Martian's telepathic attack. They had discovered that she had left psychic traps in his mind, so she had been captured and brought aboard the ship to heal him under the thread of death. A collar restricted her other powers and only allowed her telepathy. So far little process had been made. Black Manta was getting increasingly impatient. After explaining your new assignment, taking a guard shift outside Kaldur뭓hm's room while Tigress was primarily in charge of watching the Martian inside the room, Deathstroke had left to tail behind the Manta ship in a smaller cruiser, out of range of the prisoner's telepathic reach. You had spoken to him a few times since arriving here, and each time left you feeling uncomfortable, and you could not put your finger on the reason why. It wasn't just the sinister air around him, there was something you were missing, a deep gut feeling that you could not fight off.
Sliding off the bed and proceeding through your morning rituals, including a shower, you wore a constant frown, remembering how Black Manta had tested you when he first met you. He had ordered you to spy on the Reach, despite the two being partners. Disregarding the fact that it was a test, that was fairly normal though, you guessed. There had to be some measure of doubt and mistrust between the Reach and the Light. It's why you hadn't questioned the order when it had been given. You had passed the test, delivering information that Black Manta and the Light already knew, but it was still odd. You couldn't really figure out why you had been tested in the first place. Maybe they were thinking of advancing you through the ranks, and you had assumed that was the case until recently. There was something really weird in the way Deathstroke regarded you, and it wasn't just because you were new under his command and he had to judge your capabilities. You knew he must have read your file and seen your skills and what you had previously been trusted with by Sportsmaster. Why had you been pulled from a high risk target like Lexcorp farms and been put on standard guard duty? You had developed a relationship working with the Reach and proven that you were a good operative to be among them. They were familiar with you, even the Ambassador knew you. The Light also knew you accepted and completed a test order to spy on them, so you had proven your loyalty. Wouldn't the Light take advantage of that? Granted, it hadn't been an official order given by your old boss, but there had been no complaints and he had plenty of time to contact you if he had disapproved of your movement to the farms. You weren't even in the room with Kaldur뭓hm like Tigress was, you were guarding a damn door. Normal Manta troopers could handle that task. So why were you here?
Maybe Deathstroke preferred having more control over his underlings, you pondered that possibility while you dried yourself off from your shower. Were you over-thinking everything? Was it just as simple as that? Or was there more going on that you weren't aware of, which could also be a possibility? You had realized a few days ago that you had been so taken up by feeling miserable over Dawur that your sense of perception and paranoia had slipped drastically. You had most likely missed important information that you could use to your advantage or confirm, or deny, your suspicions. Tigress had once given you a concerned look at the start of your assignment, back when you had really felt depressed. You had masked your misery better after that, but if someone had really looked at you, it would have been easy to see your unhappiness in your eyes. Perhaps that's what Deathstroke saw, and he had been suspicious or curious about what caused it? That scenario wasn't much better than your other ideas, since if he investigated, he might uncover your relationship with the Reach warrior. The problem was that everything was just speculation. You were here, stuck away from Dawur, under command of your new boss, guarding the door to Black Manta's son, and there was something off about the whole situation that ate at you, and you really hated that you could not figure it out. You didn't have enough information.
You swiftly got dressed, slipped your belt on that your dual swords hung from on either side of your hips, and adjusted your mask before exiting your room to go spend another long shift of standing outside Kaldur뭓hm's room. How fun. Undoubtedly your thoughts would drift to Dawur again and you would pine for him for hours and when a Manta trooper came to relieve you from your station, you could go eat a plain meal and then sit in your room and curl up into a ball and feel even more sorry for yourself and hate that you were stuck here. Every day was like that. You were going to go insane if you did not get to see him again soon, or at least get a breath of fresh air. Sighing again and rubbing your eyes as you made your way to Kaldur뭓hm's door, you passed by a few Manta troopers, who ignored you while they completed their own duties. It was fine with you. Deathstroke was your boss, not Black Manta, who commanded the majority on this ship. You reached the door and leaned on the wall next to it, staring straight ahead, counting the bolts on the wall for the millionth time to try to distract you from sinking into deeper depression. It was hard to not think about Dawur, even though you constantly told yourself to not think about him... Fuck. You just did.
The seconds dragged into minutes as time crawled by. You entertained yourself by playing mental games, counting random items in the ship, like the bolts, or fantasizing about Dawur, which usually led to missing him and intensifying your dislike of being here. Sometimes you would swear at Deathstroke in your mind, calling him names that if you ever said to his face, he'd kill you so fast you wouldn't have time to blink. However, to your surprise, you only had to guard the ever-so-important door for a few hours today. The rare occurrence of Tigress actually leaving Kaldur뭓hm's room was a welcome break in your monotonous shift. You had seen it happen twice before, though not when you were on duty. She glanced at you, giving the order, "Take over for me. I need a short break." You could feel for her. It must be dreadfully boring to be stuck in the room, though you did assume that she and Black Manta's son were an item, so she probably had an emotional stake in his recovery.
You nodded and replied, "Yes, Tigress. Take your time." She held your gaze for a few more seconds and then left towards the front of the ship. You stepped inside the room, the first time you had seen Kaldur뭓hm since you had begun your assignment here. He was sitting upright in bed, his eyes glazed over, evidence of the shambled state of his mind. Next to him sat Miss Martian, the collar on her neck reassuring you that she would not try anything against you. Deathstroke had mentioned that there was an explosive implanted in the device. You glanced up at the security camera trained on the two of them. Your new boss took his job extremely seriously. In the short time you have been interacting with him, you already figured he was more ambitious than Sportsmaster, and probably wanted to move up to the highest rank in the Light, a seat at the table. He still creeped you out, though. You turned your gaze back to the Martian, studying her while she also eyed you up. Glaring at her, you sidestepped away from the door and leaned against the wall in the corner of the room opposite her.
Why could she not fix Kaldur뭓hm already? You bet if she had actually healed the damage she left in his mind, you could get out of here and have an actual chance to see Dawur again. You had come to the conclusion that it was unlikely you would see him while you were here. The Reach had no reason to come to the Manta ship, and if they needed to contact the Light, they would go through Deathstroke, or even Black Manta. Not you, a lower ranked member, even with your established relationship with them. Deathstroke had kept you here for what was coming up on two months now. The chances of him changing his mind about your job was slim to nonexistant. You frowned as that weird nagging in your head came back. It bothered you that you couldn't figure out why you felt off about the situation, and why you couldn't just dismiss it. You sighed again, fighting back a headache. How long did it take to put a shattered mind back together? You imagined stabbing Miss Martian with sharp knives, taking satisfaction in the image and letting your frustration out in the process. Why could she not be Dawur? It would be great if she could just be him. They were both aliens, after all. But he was far more sexy than she was. You pictured his strong muscles and dark smirk, and for good measure, his armor leaving his chest bare. You did really like that.
You weren't sure how long you lost yourself in the fantasy of Dawur, but when you took note of reality again, Miss Martian was starting at you, eyes wide with barely hidden disgust and shock. After a very brief moment of confusion, you stiffened in intense dread and fear as you realized what was going on. In your mind, you shrieked, 'Get out of my head! Get out!'
'What's wrong with you?!' Her voice intruded in your mind, an unwelcome presence and her tone almost condescending. 'How could you even like that... that monster?' You were still half in shock as you registered what she was saying to you. Your mind was racing, your pulse quickening, your terror growing as one of your worst fears came true. Someone knew. She knew. She knew about Dawur.
Just as quickly as your dread built up, anger filled you, rushing through your veins. How dare she. How dare she! You didn't know what you were more furious about. The fact that she was inside your head or that she had called Dawur a monster. 'Fuck you,' you hissed. That was all you could articulate as rage pulsed in you like a red haze, blinding you from logic.
'You know what he's done, don't you?' she asked, and images of him fighting her team mates in the Reach ship appeared in your thoughts. You saw him mercilessly taking them down one by one, all the while a vicious smirk on his face. You saw him beat Superboy away like he was just a fly, shoot two staples at Robin and Batgirl, you assumed it was her since they weren't in costume in the shared memory, pinning them hard to the wall, the sharp points barely missing piercing them. He trapped Lagoon Boy and ran painful electricity through his body, drawing out a roar. He blasted Bumblee out of the air with his cannon, and smashed Wondergirl into the wall repeatedly, gripping her by her throat.
You watched the memories silently, using the moment to try, and fail mostly, to calm your anger, to recover your sense of rationality. You knew it was key to handle this situation with care. You could not pretend it didn't happen, and you couldn't go back in time to prevent it. You had to handle this now, and you needed your wits about you to make sure you didn't mess up even worse. It still pissed you the fuck off so it was hard to get control of your temper. 'Of course I do. But what do you know? You know nothing about him outside of your confrontations with him. I've seen his other side and you have no right to go through my memories of him,' you told her, still pretty furious, glaring at her while you berated her telepathically. You hoped the threat at the end would deter her of further prying into your head. She had seen your fantasy of Dawur, but probably not your detailed memories.
She was silent for a short moment, staring at you with a hard look on her face. You were still desperately trying to think of how this conversation should be directed, so that it could be resolved in a way that would benefit you the most. For a few seconds, you weren't sure if she had dropped the mental link or not, which would be really bad for you because you really needed to fix this, but got your answer when she asked, 'How involved are you with him?'
You barely stifled an angry gasp. What had prompted her to ask that? Had she still been going through your memories? Brief flashes of you tangled in bed with him shot through your mind. When her eyes widened in surprise and shock, and a healthy amount of disgust, you realized she had fooled you and you had fucked yourself over by trying to threaten her and defend Dawur. She had wanted you to remember your time with him so she could easily see exactly how intimate you had been with him without having to dig through all your past. 'What the fuck did I just tell you?! Get out of my fucking head, you bitch!'
'He's using you,' her voice stated flatly. You clenched your teeth at the words, feelings of denial bursting in your chest on top of the fury that still boiled in you. It made you feel slightly sick to your stomach that her words did hurt you. You still didn't know for sure what he felt and you hated to think there was any truth to her statement. As much as you didn't think it was true, you couldn't claim to have absolute certainty.
'No he's not,' you growled at her in your thoughts. Fuck her. She didn't know shit and you shouldn't let your doubts come back. You had so many good moments with Dawur. You gripped your wrist, feeling the bracelet, a physical reminder that you mattered to him. There was no possible way he was using you. Not after all the time you've spent together.
'Yes he is!' she argued, her expression serious while every word she said to you stabbed daggers in your heart, 'Don't you see? He'll never view a human as an equal. You're just a toy he can play with and throw away when he's done tricking you.'
That stung a lot. That scenario was one of your worst fears. You didn't think it would ever happen, but there was always a slight chance. You had just told yourself to not let your doubts come back too. It was hard to keep control of the situation, to keep your emotions from totally running wild amid your slowly fading fear and anger. Involuntarily squeezing your hands into fists and fighting off your doubts, you told her flatly, 'You're wrong. He wouldn't do that.'
'How do you know? He's part of the Reach,' her voice echoed in your head, images of the humans they had taken aboard their ship accompanying her statement, 'They've had no problems with killing their human test subjects, and he's one of the more brutal ones. You know what he's done to my friends, right?'
You frowned, looking down at the floor for a second, before meeting her eyes again in defiance. 'I'm not a test subject. And yes, I know. We're not exactly allies, though, so I really don't care if he's beat you all up before,' you replied in a harsh mental tone. You really didn't give a shit if he had hurt them. They were enemies of both the Reach and the Light.
She sighed, her frustration apparent to you through the telepathic link. 'I know. I'm just trying to get you to see that he doesn't really care about you. When he loses interest in you, he'll probably kill you.' She showed you a memory of one of the rescued humans talking about how if his fellow captives were not useful to the Reach, they would disappear and he wouldn't see them again.
You brushed aside the image, as she was clearly trying to manipulate you further and play on your emotional state. Even with your shaken mental state, you could see that. You were slowly managing to get control of your feelings and focus on your conversation with the Martian. 'Why do you assume he'll lose interest? If anything, it's been the opposite. He's been tolerant of my few mishaps in the past.' You tried to stifle the memories of him comforting you when you were jealous and tolerating your doubts afterwards. You didn't want Miss Martian to see any more than she already had. Against your better judgement, you said, 'Our relationship is fine. It's only gotten better since the start.'
She held your gaze and you glared back defiantly. You would not let her turn you against him. Not after all you've been through. After a long, awkward moment of silence, a gleam of cunning flashed in her eyes and she asked, 'How long have you been intimate with him?'
Ha! You would not fall for her trick again. Your mind was getting more clear by the second and you were growing confident you could handle this terrible mistake somehow. She wanted you to remember or think about your past with him so she could glean even more information to manipulate you to betray him. 'None of your goddamn business, that's how long,' you scoffed. Her eyes narrowed at your refusal to give in. You thought she had backed down, but after a few seconds, her eyes glowed bright green and you felt her delving into your memories, tearing through your precious moments with Dawur. You flinched in mental pain from her invasion, screaming repeatedly in your mind, 'No! No! No! Get out! Get the fuck out!' It was no use. She deeply violated your thoughts, learning every secret you kept about him, all your feelings and worries and every time you had been intimate with him. It almost made you physically sick to feel her soil what you held so close to your heart. Again, rage and horror and fury and disgust burned harshly in your heart and you fought against her, trying to push her back, get her out of your head. She wasn't deterred and easily countered your efforts, thoroughly sweeping through your mind until she had seen every last memory that involved him. Her mental touch was alien to you, and you hated, absolutely hated her with every fiber of your being while she invaded your most guarded privacy.
Finally, she withdrew, leaving you feeling horribly betrayed and guilty that you could not defend yourself. You almost wanted to cry. What if Dawur ever found out? You squeezed your eyes shut, calming the threat of tears before it overtook you. Slowly, your despair faded as anger took over, intensifying greatly as her voice, dripping with absolute disgust, echoed in your mind, 'My god... you're completely deluded. It's sick. He's taken complete advantage over you.'
'How dare you... how dare you how dare you how dare you!' you screeched at her, still trying to swallow the fact that she knew everything. She had seen every personal moment with him. She had the nerve to call you deluded and sick? Fuck her. She had no right, absolutely no right to do that. You were incredibly tempted to scream at her or even kill her. Man, you wanted to kill her so badly. You wanted to drive your swords through her heart and spit on her as she bled to death. Or better yet, skin her alive after tearing her eyes out and forcing them down her throat. There were so many ways you could make her hurt. Your hands twitched, eager to grab your blades and cut her until she begged you to end her suffering... you really, really wanted to lunge at her... but that would mean she would have won. No... This would not beat you. It would not destroy you, or damage your relationship with Dawur. You could handle it. You had to handle it. No one had to find out. Breathing deeply a few times, you calmed yourself with a great deal of effort and focus, repeated in your mind that you would overcome this, and stated, 'Have you not been listening to me? Don't fucking go through my memories. I'm with him of my own free will. He's not forcing me, and he's not playing me.'
'You must have had worries or doubts right?' she prompted, obviously trying to take advantage of your emotionally drained state, 'Why do you think that is? It's because he'll never love you. You love him right?' Your eyes flew wide open.
'Shut up.' Love?
'He'll never see you as an equal and he'll never really return your feelings. You don't even know how he really feels about you, do you?' she continued, using the knowledge she had torn from your mind against you.
'Shut the fuck up.' Did you love him..?
She kept pushing despite your command to be quiet, 'You need to cut things off with him before you get hurt. I know you work for the Light but it's for your own best interest.'
Finally you snapped, unwilling to continue this unwanted discussion any further, your head starting to throb. You just needed to get away, be alone, and think. 'Shut the fucking hell up! I don't want to hear any more of your bullshit, Martian. Not another word. And not only that, if you tell anyone, if you tell any fucking one, I will find a way to give you the most excruciating death possible. I'm sure I can convince Black Manta and Deathstroke to give me that privilege when you're done here. So if you want a quick, fairly painless death, keep your mouth shut about this. I will know if you've told someone, believe me. I'll fucking know. You call yourself a hero? What kind of monster are you to violate my mind like that? If you have any shred of decency in you, all the information you tore from mind mind will never leave your lips. You had best take it to your grave, or else I will find you, and I will make you wish that I would kill you just to put you out of your misery,' you swore in the most serious mental tone, your eyes conveying the deadly truth of your threat. You meant every word.
She looked a bit shaken, but held your furious gaze. She was silent for a good while and you waited patiently for her reply. You could tell she was mulling over what to do. If she knew what was good for her, she would agree to your demands. You were dead serious about it. You knew you were practically radiating the desire and intention to kill her and you knew she could feel it. After what seemed like ages, she replied in a whisper, 'I won't tell anyone. I promise.' You glared at her for a few more seconds for good measure, then nodded, accepting her word. Your head was starting to really hurt, and you needed to just get away and calm down in your room. You felt severely drained and upset from the ordeal, but you had handled it the best you could, and you had to trust that it would turn out okay. There were more pressing matters to think about. You had to figure out if you... if you loved him.
To Deathstroke, it would look like nothing happened. You had positioned yourself out of view of the camera. You glanced up at it for a split second, assuring yourself that you hadn't messed up even further. Feeling like you were about to break, you exited the room, the timing of it perfect, as Tigress was just coming back from her break. Nodding once at her, you waited until she had entered and closed the door behind her before leaving to go back to your room, commanding a Manta trooper to take your over your station. You gave your order with a glare that did not allow any room for questioning, so you were easily obeyed. You struggled to keep your breathing calm as you hastily returned to your room, your head starting to swim. Your emotions were rearing their ugly heads again and you just wanted to sort out your feelings for Dawur. What Miss Martian had said replayed over and over in your mind amid your raging thoughts. You were unable to sort any of them out. It was starting to become overwhelming when you slammed your door shut and stumbled to your bed, collapsing in a heap on the covers. You curled up into a ball, burying your face into your hands, unable to help the tears that escaped your eyes. It wasn't fair... it just wasn't fair. You really wanted to sort everything out but you just couldn't. Not right now. You needed sleep to clear your mind before you could determine what exactly your feelings were for Dawur. It was not the first time you had cried yourself to sleep on the Manta ship.
You jerked awake after a fitful rest. You still felt like crap, but at least your head wasn't a jumbled mess of emotions and uncontrollable thoughts. Sighing for what felt like the hundredth time, you sat up, wincing at your sore muscles. You needed coffee before trying to figure this shit out. Your chest tightened at the idea that you might love Dawur. You were going to have to really sit down and determine if you did. It was not a matter to take lightly. You certainly had strong feelings but... first, you wanted some caffeine. Checking to make sure you were decently presentable in the mirror, you glanced at the clock, noting that you had been out for a good six hours. It had felt like twenty minutes. Fuck that Martian, seriously. She better not have done permanent damage to your mind, and she better not ever reveal your secret.
You grumbled to yourself and slowly made your way down the halls to the kitchen where you could ingest a large amount of much needed coffee, and pain killers. Just as you were turning a corner, you ran into something very solid and unexpected. Stumbling into the wall to brace yourself from falling down, you glared at the obstacle that had interrupted your caffeine journey and almost had a heart attack.
"Boss..." you whispered in complete shock, eyes wide as you stared up at someone who was supposed to be dead.
"Hey, kid."
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