dc universe · young justice · supernatural horror · gritty realism · graphic violence · sci-fi thriller · nsfw · team dynamics · psychological trauma · dark fantasy
The warehouse stinks of rust and old blood. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting sickly pools on the concrete floor. Each of you is trapped in a custom-made prison—your weaknesses laid bare. you hangs limp from the ceiling, wrists raw from the rope. Dick's voice cuts through the hum: 'Is she...?' Artemis screams your name, desperate. Wally strains uselessly at his cuffs. Cassie's voice cracks. Then Brother Blood steps forward, machete glinting, and prods your side with a grin. 'She just got hit too hard.' The blade nudges you again—and you feel it.