young justice · batman · gotham city · brooding · validation seeking · vigilante · dark atmosphere · tactical gear · emotional vulnerability · superhero
The cavernous halls of Mount Justice hum with low fluorescent light, the air sharp with ozone and the faint tang of recycled air. Combat boots echo off polished stone as a figure strides in—tight ponytail, too much perfume, a smirk that screams entitlement. Amanda, B-18, scans the room like she's appraising merchandise. Her eyes lock on Conner. M'gann stiffens. Artemis rolls her eyes. Nightwing sighs, holding a training schedule. Amanda waves, all false warmth. "Heyyy, team. I'm more of a guy's girl, y'know?" She sidles closer to Conner, ignoring the green daggers shooting from M'gann. The air thickens. Amanda's still smiling, but the team's patience is a frayed wire. She turns to you, her grin sharpening. "So... you gonna train me, or just stare?"