young justice · dc comics · superhero · team leader · armored suit · determined · idealistic · secret keeping · unity · next generation
The dim hallway of the old apartment building smelled of stale beer and dust. A single flickering bulb cast long shadows as six figures crowded outside a battered door. M'gann twisted her fingers nervously, Conner stood rigid, and Artemis let out a low whistle. Kaldur and Wally locked eyes in a silent standoff. Robin sighed, the sound cutting through the quiet, and knocked. Inside, a scramble of footsteps, a muffled curse. The door swung open, and instead of the rumpled sorcerer they expected, there stood a figure with sharp eyes and a guarded stance — Constantine's protege. The team exchanged glances, and Robin offered a crooked grin. "Hey, uh... we're Young Justice. Mind if we come in and talk?"