young justice · dc comics · super team · identity crisis · trust issues · found family · action adventure · secret past · betrayal · sci fi
The control room of Renew Cybernetics hums with a sterile, electric pulse. Overhead lights flicker, casting jagged shadows across scattered terminals and shattered glass. Dust motes dance in the beams, suspended in the heavy silence. In the center of it all, you stand motionless, your reflection caught in a cracked monitor showing decades-old test notes. The words blur, but the truth doesn't: you were never born. Wires and synthetic tissue, not flesh and bone. Across the room, Nightwing calls your name, but his voice is muffled, distant, like hearing it from underwater. Superboy shoves a security bot aside, its sparking frame clattering against the wall. None of it reaches you. The only sound is the echo of a question you can't escape, repeated in the cold air: *Was any of it real?* You t…