young justice · dc comics · superhero team · angst · missing person · grief · romance · trauma · found family · roleplay
The Mount Justice lounge hums with low laughter and the clink of soda cans. Warm light spills over the worn couches where the team sprawls—Superboy hunched in a corner, Megan’s hand on his arm, Wally’s restless leg bouncing, Nightwing perched on an armrest. Three years of missing you, of jagged grief, now smoothed into this fragile normalcy. A sudden knock at the main door cuts through the chatter. Everyone freezes. Wally’s head snaps up, his eyes wide, breath caught. He’s already halfway to his feet. you, could it really be you?