MY DUTY (Young justice/DCU )

She was born on another planet. In krypton, to be exact. Named Faora Ul, in a Krypton military family. She knew she was in the DC universe, somehow she was there. Her mother died at her birth and she was delivered into her father's arms.

She doesn't remember how it happened, why she was there, or how she ended up in the body of a Kryptonian who would technically be General Zod's ally and wife.

And probably in the future she would try to destroy the earth to rebuild Krypton.

What was stupid, why destroy if you can just live there? Of course this depends a lot on the universe and so on. But with such gifts as a Kryptonian, she could live quite well.

But these were thoughts for the future. She grew up the daughter of a well-known military man on Krypton. She grew up training to one day be a leader, to be a soldier. It wasn't easy, it wasn't pleasant. Her father was extremely cold and demanded perfection from her, no flaws, no defeats.

The perfect soldier, the perfect leader.

She still remembers when she fell the fifth time trying to take him down in training. Her father stomped on her back hard enough for her bones to crack. Making her fall face down on the floor again, blood flowing from her mouth, her nose was also bleeding and there were cuts on her face from strong attacks. She gasped.

"You are Ul! We don't give up and we don't get lost, ever!" He yelled, his voice loud and strong. Faora shuddered, both in pain and fear. "We are Krypton's defense, our duty is to our home!" He kicked her so hard that she spat out even more blood and coughed, clutching her bruised and bruised stomach, she stayed crouched on the floor as she tried to breathe through the sharp pain she felt in her body.

"With our lives if necessary, do you understand?" He approached her, his iron expression and cruel eyes directly on her.

She took a breathless breath, but managed to respond.

"... I understand, Dad." She swallowed, lowering her gaze as he took another step closer. Her gaze remained on the ground until her father responded.

"Well, you have 7 minutes to rest before we resume training." He turned away and she would lie if she said she wasn't afraid.

She was only 9 years old at the time.

Growing up in the Ul family, she can even understand why Faora was so devoted to her home, so loyal, cold and unafraid of killing for her people. Because she also learned to be like that. Like it or not, she's Kryptonian now. And that wasn't as cool as she would have thought.

The Ul family was not for wimps. Her training was tough, it was extreme. At the age of 12 she had to survive together with other children in the Krypton Forest, in the cold, in the heat, with nothing but a knife and still had to survive there for a month.

Those who didn't resist were taken back, but she couldn't stop, couldn't have that luxury. She knows her father wouldn't take this waiver well, he would probably be even more cruel in practice and make her regret being born, which in fact, she regrets.

She had to fight animals, got scars because of it. Some days she couldn't eat anything. she remembers how much she shivered through the night, the sound of her teeth chattering and the eerie coldness she felt in her bones. She had dried blood from some wounds, which were bandaged with large leaves, where she applied plant fluids to prevent infections, as her father had taught her. She survived quite well, but she knew it wouldn't last alone, it was in that thought that she met him.

Dru Zod.

He was lightly tanned, had dark circles under his eyes and shaggy black hair, his brown eyes seemed to be black. He was also injured, but unlike her, he didn't cover his wounds with leaves. She was almost horrified by the boy's bloodied and dirty appearance.

He could end up dying in this state before he could ask for help, and from what she knew of Dru Zod, he was too stupid to give up.

He held his stomach as he breathed heavily, his face sweaty and tired as he sat with his back against a dark blue tree, yes, Krypton trees were a very different color from the earth, obviously.

She approached him and as much as her rational mind screamed that it was a bad idea to help someone and try to survive together with that person as there was only 7 days to finish the test. It was an idea that can go wrong for years rather than good. Because her father might think she's only survived so far because of the boy, and that wouldn't be very good for her.

He lifted his shirt to see her belly was badly cut, it was already yellow and purple all around. He didn't notice her until she stepped on the leaves beside him. "Stop messing around." She ordered, kneeling beside him. Dru looked surprised at her arrival but soon his expression changed to one of mockery.

"I can handle myself." He said, his teeth clenched as he looked away and backed away from her a little, which only made him let out a grunt of pain.

She rolled her eyes and without thinking, pulled on his shoulder, making him let out a slight cry of pain and throw him an irritated look. She stared at him with a stony expression. "Shut up and let me help you, you're going to die if we don't fix this." She said and slapped his hand over the wound. He withdrew his hand but didn't look happy about it.

Faora shook her head at the poor care of the wound as she speculated on him. "This is awful. Have you even read the survival manuals?" He blushed and Faora couldn't help rolling her eyes once more. " Of course not." She sighed and got to work, picking up leaves and plant liquids around to help. She had to make the pus from some cuts come out before using the healing fluids, so she had to get the knife. Which was a little painful. amazingly he didn't scream, but his expression clearly showed that it was painful.

She managed to help him, put the sheets around his waist and so on. "Don't say anything about it, got it? If you say a peep about me helping you, I'll kill you." She said after cleaning the sheet and turning to leave.

"I didn't mean to…" she trailed off and waited, looking over her shoulder at Dru, who kept his eyes on the ground for a moment before looking at her.

"But thanks." He said, not looking like he liked to thank him but he did it anyway.

She blinked, a little surprised, and then nodded, pulling away.

The challenge has been completed. With only her and Dru remaining until the end. Her father was pleased and gave her a break from her duties for a week.

She spent this time drawing, reading more and sleeping too. Before her training and studies came back again and she had almost no free time besides her bedtime.

With just a few years old, she knew everything about math, science, politics and many other subjects. Always getting top marks in their exams, always giving their best. Perfect posture, perfect grades, perfect skills. She had to be the best she needed to be. She is the heir of the Ul family, she cannot fail.

She still saw Dru, most of the time it was between practices and classes at school. He was the dedicated and serious type, but he seemed to be more at ease when he was alone. It was strange to see that serious and focused countenance relax while reading a book, usually it was about war stories, but still, he seemed to be at ease. She was already caught looking at him once. She was sitting in her chair at the back of the room and was lost in thought as she looked at Dru's black hair when he seemed to feel her gaze on him and turned her face towards him and she ended up fumbling when caught, dropping her tablet Kryptonian on the floor and drawing the attention of everyone in the class, including the kind blue eyes at the side of the room, but she didn't notice it.

She got red ears and apologized for her carelessness, taking the tablet and placing it on her desk.

She cleared her throat and focused her gaze on the table, still feeling and hearing the rustling sounds in the classroom. Faora Ul is not distracted, she has never failed in her concentrated, serious posture before. She almost smacked herself in the face for it, but held back.

When she looked at Dru again, he looked away and Faora might have guessed but it seems there was a redness in his cheeks.She blinked and refocused on the task at hand. Her father is going to want a full report on what she's arrested today and she can't fail.

It's been months after that. Now the one looking at her was Dru, and she would lie if she said she didn't look back. It was curious, strange. but neither of them took a step to speak again. Still," They sometimes even exchanged brief smiles when they were in the practice room and faced off, sometimes she won and sometimes he won. Regardless, each of them reached out to help the other up later. It was the beginning of a friendship, and at some point they started talking. At first, it was just a few words, a "Hi" when they saw each other or "Today was a good practice." When they were sitting side by side in the lounge chair, Or maybe "You should rest." This was usually said by Dru to her.

Faora wasn't much for resting during training, she learned from her father that rest was necessary but that you shouldn't waste too much time on it. In his words: "An enemy will not expect you to rest, you have to be ready to fight at any time."

Regardless, she and Dru only got closer with time. At 13, she and he were already talking regularly, discussing tactics, stories and various other things, but it usually involved military things, because that was what they had most in common. Both are children of soldiers, both will be soldiers. Not that they just had that to talk about, but it always ended up coming back to that topic most of the time.

She had some other friends, of course she did, and those friends ended up meeting Dru and his group as well. It kind of brought the two groups of Kryptonians together as a sort of gang. Nobody messed with them, nobody dared talk to them. This was usually because of how intimidating they looked and also because of their families, which in the case of most of them were military too. They still played sometimes, rough jokes but nothing that could really hurt each other. It looked like it was like a football team, but with Kryptonian boys and girls who descend from military and political backgrounds.

Faora was mostly introverted but still had her humorous moments here and there.

Everything was relatively fine, normal. She totally forgot that this home she lived in would be destroyed and most of her people and friends would die.

Until she did something stupid and those thoughts came back quickly.

The stupidity was when she saw a bully in the room dropping the high-tech tablet of a skinny, brown-haired boy. She barely noticed that she had crossed in front of the boy and pushed the bigger boy until she heard her friends approaching beside him.

"Back off." she ordered, both to her friends and to the idiot boy, who needed nothing but those words and a look from her to turn away, apologizing in fear and out of her sight. She turned to look at the boy she'd helped and couldn't help noticing the pale blue eyes and freckles.

He was fair-skinned and his brown hair fell a little over his eyebrows.

"Thanks." He stammered, his cheeks turning a slight shade of red. He wore a dark gray uniform just like hers, but that wasn't what caught her attention. No, what caught her attention was the symbol of El's house stamped on her chest.

And there was only one heir of the house El existing in the same school as her.

Jor-el.