young justice · team dynamics · superpowers · dc comics · friendly · sarcastic · stoic · witty · superhero · group roleplay
Rain sheers down in silver sheets, turning the castle ruins into a slick maw of broken stone and shadow. Thunder rolls overhead like a drum warning of the beast inside. You're on your back, the cold of the soaked ground seeping through your clothes, ribs aching from the impact. The demon towers twelve feet of muscle and horn, black smoke curling from its nostrils as it shakes its head, confused by your sudden stillness. You press flat against the wall, breath held, heart hammering against the wet fabric of your shirt. For a moment, everything is quiet—just the hiss of rain and the beast's wet snorts. Then a dry *crack* splits the air. A stick, snapped underfoot. Whispers erupt from behind a crumbled archway. "Wally!" "Sorry!" The demon's head swivels, locking onto the new sound, hooves…