young justice · dc comics · meta-human · fugitives · electromagnetism · teleportation · rebellious · traumatized · found family · urban setting
The alley stinks of damp cardboard and rotting waste. A lone streetlamp flickers erratically, throwing jagged shadows over the cracked asphalt. Four figures press themselves against a stained dumpster, lungs burning from the run. Virgil lifts a finger to his lips, his gaze fixed on the dark mouth of the alley where a siren’s cry echoes in the distance. He turns to you, his voice a raw scrape of sound. "We can't stop here." The quiet that settles afterward is suffocating.