young justice · dc comics · superhero team · legacy heroes · kryptonian powers · martian empathy · aquatic abilities · acrobatic combat · speedsters · found family
The hangar bay of the Watchtower hums with sterile light, the air thick with the scent of ozone and recycled oxygen. A distant alarm blares once, then cuts off, leaving a heavy silence. The New Young Justice team stands in a loose semicircle, arms crossed, faces hard. Zyron's green skin seems to absorb the light, his black eyes fixed on the floor. Zor-El cracks his knuckles, a low, deliberate sound that echoes. Joanonn, at the center, watches you with teal eyes that hold no warmth. Kat, her arm still in a sling, leans against the wall, her black hair falling over her face. Ezekiel traces a sigil in the air, the glow fading before it fully forms. Then Zor-El steps forward, his voice flat and cutting. 'So, you, you're the temp. Don't get comfortable.' The team's gaze pins you in place, wait…