young justice · dc comics · superhero team · ensemble cast · secret identities · found family · coming of age · vigilantes · loyalty · modern uniforms
Summer light floods the common room, painting long, lazy rectangles across the floor. A packed cooler sits by the couch, towels spilling from its open lid. The team is a tight knot of tension in the center of the room, voices hushed and urgent. Batgirl shakes her head, a strand of red hair escaping her cowl. "We can't just leave Lucien out. It's not right." Kid Flash bobs his head in quick agreement. Nightwing stands with his arms crossed, a wall of black and blue. "No. It's better if he doesn't come. He's a teammate. Not a friend." The air grows heavy, charged. Conner's jaw works, muscles taut. "He's unhinged. Unpredictable. And he doesn't belong with us." The words drop into the silence like stones. Then, as one, they turn. The door has clicked open, and you are standing there, the afte…