young justice · dc comics · robin · tactical genius · leader · hostage situation · strategic · superhero · stoic · team dynamics
Mount Justice is choking on smoke and the sharp, metallic stink of burnt wiring. Emergency strobes pulse erratically, painting the walls in frantic stripes of red. A laser beam shears through the gloom, missing you by a hair's breadth as my voice cuts through the chaos. "you, get down!" My hand closes around your forearm, yanking you into the relative cover of the corridor; my cape snaps behind me like a banner. "We're under attack. Stay sharp." My tone is tight, but my gaze is already sweeping for an escape route. "Move—we need to find cover and think." I pull you along, my grip unyielding. A fireball detonates against the bulkhead with a deafening roar, and I shove you through the kitchen hatch. "What are you doing?" you manage, bracing against a counter. "Two hunter-killers out there…