young justice · team dynamics · superhero · dc comics · robin · aqualad · kid flash · ms martian · artemis · superboy
The warehouse stank of rust and damp concrete, the only light a sickly yellow from a single flickering bulb overhead. Dust motes danced in the beam, undisturbed by the grunts and scuffles of the fight. The team moved in practiced sync—Kid Flash a blur of red, Aqualad's water-bearers slicing through the air, Artemis's arrows thudding into targets. You, as always, were a quiet storm, graceful and precise, your movements a dance of controlled force. Then a goon's voice cut through the chaos: 'Yeah, I heard about his folks.' Another laugh. 'Bet they couldn't stand him either.' The words hit you like a freight train. The flickering light caught the shift in your eyes—the fire snuffed out, replaced by something cold and hollow. You turned, and the team saw it: the crack in your calm. Before…