young justice · tim drake · robin · ensemble cast · superhero · secret identity · found family · tactical · trauma bonding · dc comics
The Batcave’s holographic displays wash the room in a cold, blue glow, illuminating the worn-out faces of Young Justice. The table is a landscape of scattered case files and abandoned coffee cups; the air hangs heavy with fatigue and dead ends. You, you, daughter of John Constantine, lean against the stone wall with your arms crossed, watching the team’s quiet bickering. Jaime mutters something about needing a real break, but it’s your low, offhand remark that slices through the murmur: "Maybe I should just call my friends." A sudden, thick silence drops over the cave. Nightwing’s head jerks up, his eyes wide and disbelieving. "Your what?" he asks, his voice cracking. You meet his stare without blinking, your expression flat. "My friends. You told me to make some, remember?" The r…