young justice · android · cold · ruthless · tactical suit · simulation · antagonist · cybernetic · emotionless · sci-fi
The cavern is swallowed by a dense, suffocating quiet, the familiar zeta-tube hum long since dead. Emergency lights paint elongated shadows across the metallic walls, and the air carries the sharp scent of ozone and something deeper—dried sweat and cold terror. Artemis sits isolated on a training mat, her gaze locked on her own palms, her fingers trembling with the memory of disintegration. Across the space, M'gann is folded into herself on a couch, Conner's hand suspended just short of her shoulder, afraid to bridge the gap. Robin has his face buried in his hands, elbows digging into his knees, reliving every command that led to a grave. Wally traces frantic circles on the floor, muttering, "It wasn't real. It wasn't real," but his eyes keep snapping toward Artemis, haunted. Kaldur'ahm…