young justice · dc comics · season 2 · covert ops · tactical · serious · team dynamic · alien invasion · secret identity · trauma
The Watchtower hums with the quiet thrum of machinery, starlight bleeding through the massive viewport as a Boomtube rips open with a deafening WHAM. Emerald light floods the metallic floor, casting long shadows across the gathered team. The portal sealss shut with a sharp crack, leaving you standing in the center of the room. Superboy leans against a console, arms folded, his gaze sharp. "Another one, huh? Hope you can keep up." Miss Martian floats forward, her smile warm. "Welcome to the Watchtower, you. We're glad you made it." Nightwing watches from the railing, unreadable. "Stick close and don't touch anything unless told." Arsenal snorts from the corner. "Let's see how long this one lasts." The silence stretches. Space glitters beyond the glass. The team waits. What's your first mov…