Heaven's Light

Summary: It is funny just how much he connects with a fictional character, but then again, maybe they had more in common than at first glance.

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice or The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Now, on with the story.

And suddenly, an angel has smiled at me

And touched my face without a hint of fright

I dare to dream that she, may even care for me

And as I ring these bells tonight

My cold, dark tower feels so bright

I swear, it must be heaven's light

Conner finished the song, holding that last note for close to a good minute.

He didn't know why he liked that song so much, well actually that wasn't true. He liked the character, because despite being deformed, despite being labeled by society as unnatural, he still found light in the smallest things.

Connor liked the song, because he and Quasimodo were so alike.

He was considered unnatural, clones were science experiments, the result of some scientist playing god. He was created for the sole purpose of killing Superman, so by that judgement he must be evil, right? But he was freed from that life, spared from the destiny of nothing more than being a living weapon with no mind, no concept of self, no idea of how to think for himself. He was freed, and thus a whole new future was open to him, one where he could make his own choices, form his own opinions, be whatever he wanted to be, and not what someone else told him to be.

Yet, the very people who freed him still feared him.

Now that wasn't entirely accurate; they didn't fear him, they feared what he could do, what he was capable of, and what his existence meant for them.

After all, if the government managed to clone Superman, who was invulnerable and neigh indestructible, who's to say they hadn't cloned the rest of the league.

But despite all of that, the league gave him a family, a home, and a name.

They didn't realize how much that meant to him. By naming him, they told him that he was more than Superman's clone, more than the weapon he was created to be.

Yes, by the standards of society he was unnatural, and Lord knows he wasn't sure if they were entirely wrong at times, but he had found things that had made his once dismal and meaningless existence worthwhile, and he would never cease cherishing the freedom that had been gifted to him.

And that was why he liked the song, because like Quasimodo, Connor could swear that an angel had smiled down upon him the day he was found, and when he looked back and realized how far he'd come from the blank slate he had once been, well he could swear that he must have felt heaven's light.

AN: Ok, I have no clue where this came from. This idea just got stuck in my head and it wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it down. So go ahead and make fun, I know that this is bad enough to deserve it.