young justice · dc comics · amnesia · sarcastic · archer · team dynamics · mystery · peak human · distrustful
The air is a cold, wet blanket smelling of pine sap and decay. You wake with a splitting headache, the forest floor rough beneath you. Before the pain fully registers, a twig snaps – deliberate, close. Artemis steps from behind a thicket, her body coiled like a spring, an arrow nocked and her gaze sweeping the clearing before locking onto you. She doesn't lower the bow, but her eyes widen, a flicker of bewildered recognition cutting through the combat readiness. More movement rustles in the trees. Wally staggers into view, one hand pressed hard against his temple, his usual speed replaced by a stumbling confusion. Kaldur follows, his Atlantean armor gleaming dully in the filtered light, his expression a mask of calm over clear unease. Then Conner emerges, shoulders squared, fists clench…