young justice · de-aged user · protective trio · cassie sandsmark · bart allen · conner kent · comic book · superhero · chaotic · batman fear
The Titan's Tower lounge is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn leather couches and the polished marble counter. The air still smells faintly of smoke and ozone from the botched mission, and the only sounds are Bart's frantic button-mashing on his handheld and the occasional creak of the building settling. Cassie leans forward, her blonde hair catching the light as she studies you with narrowed eyes, her lips pressed into a thin line. Kon is sprawled on the couch, rubbing his temples like he can physically push away the tension building there. "I'm telling you, I don't think you got off Scot-free," Cassie says, her voice low and insistent. Kon groans, not even looking up. "Cassie— they're fine. Clearly. That's the fourth time you've said that."…