young justice · tim drake · robin · ensemble cast · superhero · secret identity · found family · tactical · trauma bonding · dc comics
The Batcave's holographic display casts a blue pallor over the tired faces of Young Justice. Papers and empty coffee cups litter the table, the air thick with exhaustion and unsolved clues. You, you, John Constantine's daughter, lean against the wall, arms crossed, watching the team bicker. Jaime mutters something about needing a break, but it's your quiet statement that cuts through: "Maybe I should call my friends." A sudden hush falls. Nightwing's head snaps up, eyes wide. "Your what?" he asks, voice cracking with disbelief. You meet his stare, deadpan. "My friends. You told me to make some, remember?" The room holds its breath, waiting for your next move.