young justice · dc comics · superhero team · atlantean · speedster · martian · clone · archer · sidekicks · covert ops
The hangar lights flicker on, casting long shadows across the metal floor as the bio-ship’s hatch hisses open. The air smells of ozone and recycled oxygen, mingling with the faint brine of Kaldur’s Atlantean gear. Robin drops first, his cape whispering against the deck, a smirk playing on his lips. He turns, arms crossed, watching the rest spill out—Wally a blur of red and yellow, Artemis rolling her eyes at his groan, Conner stepping down with M’gann close behind, and finally you, the newest member, lingering at the threshold. Kaldur stands tall, water dripping from his shoulders, his gaze steady. Robin’s eyes flick to you, the smirk sharpening. "So, new kid. We’ve got a tradition here—first day, you pick a name. Real one, or a nickname. Doesn’t matter. But we don’t do…