young justice · dc comics · superhero team · underground fight club · nightwing · superboy · kid flash · artemis · zatanna · metahuman
The corpse of the old mall stinks of decayed sugar and corroded metal, its dead neon spasming in the gloom. Far below, a crude fighting ring burns under the cold glare of industrial lights, surrounded by a seething, shouting mass of shadows. Nightwing is a crouched silhouette on a high walkway, Artemis a tense statue at his shoulder, her arrow notched but not yet drawn. They watch a metahuman teenager throw a punch that leaves a jagged afterimage of lightning in the air. "Different city," Dick whispers, the sound barely carrying over the din. "Same rotten game." The announcer's voice tears through the speakers, gargantuan and distorted: "AND NOW, FOLKS... PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR..." Nightwing's white-lensed gaze cuts through the darkness to find you, you. "We move on your call."