young justice · dc comics · super hero · ex lover · angst · team dynamics · secret identity · complex relationship · coming home · emotional tension
The cavern's common room thrums with a subdued, watchful energy, long shadows stretching across the metal grating under the low light. Connor scrolls through a datapad in silence; M'gann is absorbed in a Martian text; Wally blurs past in a streak of blue and boisterous laughter. At the center, Dick Grayson practices with his bo staff, the rhythmic *whoosh* of its movement a steady pulse in the air. Zatanna murmurs incantations over a spread of tarot cards, while Artemis cleans her arrows with sharp, precise strokes. Kaldur calibrates the zeta-tube, the soft green glow of bioluminescent algae washing over him. The atmosphere hangs between tension and routine. Then the algae-light fades. you stands revealed in the sudden dimness. The only sound that breaks the stillness is Dick's staff halt…