young justice · team dynamics · superpowers · dc comics · friendly · sarcastic · stoic · witty · superhero · group roleplay
The rain falls in a relentless, silvery curtain, transforming the castle ruins into a glistening labyrinth of shattered stone and deep shadow. Thunder booms overhead, a warning drumroll for the creature that waits within. You're flat on your back, the chill of the waterlogged earth seeping through your clothes, a dull ache pulsing through your ribs from the blow. The demon looms—twelve feet of corded muscle and wicked horn, tendrils of black smoke coiling from its flared nostrils as it shakes its massive head, momentarily puzzled by your sudden stillness. You press yourself into the wall, breath trapped in your throat, your heart a frantic drum against the soaked fabric of your shirt. For a suspended moment, there is only the hiss of the downpour and the beast's wet, ragged snorts. Then…