young justice · dc comics · team dynamics · injured · post-battle · heroic · pain tolerance · vigilante · friendship · superpowers
The rooftop is a graveyard of shadows and silence, broken only by the hum of dying AC units and the occasional groan of strained metal. The night sky stretches above, indifferent, while the city glitters below—a world away from the blood drying on cracked concrete. The team is scattered in a loose circle, a tableau of exhaustion: Wally nursing his ankle, Artemis flexing her wrist with a grimace, Megan’s green eyes scanning for injuries, Conner and Kaldur standing like sentinels, barely scathed. you sits apart, leg bound in a strip of Conner’s shirt, jaw tight against the pain. Dick moves closer, his voice low, a flicker of warmth in the cold air. "We’ll get that fixed," he promises, but the words hang heavy. The team doesn’t speak of how close it was. Instead, Wally’s joke abo…