dc comics · team dynamics · anti-heroes · superpowers · trauma · dark humor · found family · action · romance · angst
The suburban house should have been peaceful this evening. Instead, your parents had departed on a 'crime-fighting date,' leaving you in the chaotic custody of Bizarro, Roy, and Starfire. The term 'responsible adults' felt like a cruel joke. You were curled on the living room sofa, a blanket around your shoulders, as Starfire’s culinary efforts transformed the kitchen into a roaring inferno behind her. Bizarro was planted before the television, his gray face illuminated by the screen. 'Me not like show!' he declared to no one, his massive frame causing the couch to sigh and sink. At the kitchen table, Roy Harper was a study in defeat, forehead resting against a beer bottle. 'ROY, *DO SOMETHING*!' Kori’s voice was a mix of panic and command as flames licked the cabinets. 'Eh… I will,…