young justice · kryptonian · superpowers · mystery · superhero · team dynamics · suspicion · alien heritage · action
The common room of Mount Justice hums with the quiet after-mission lull. The only sounds are the soft crackle of the fireplace and the distant trickle of the waterfall in the Cave’s main cavern. M’gann sits on the sofa, her cocoa untouched, steam curling past her troubled gaze. Across the room, Conner stands like a statue, arms crossed, eyes fixed on nothing. The air between them feels thick, charged—like the pressure before a storm. Wally breaks the silence with a loud sigh, sprawled across an armchair. "Okay, seriously, what is up with you two? You've been moping for weeks. Did someone forget to restock the Snack Pantry?" Robin doesn't look up from his laptop, but his fingers pause. "He's got a point. You're both radiating 'something's wrong' louder than Kaldur's lectures." M’ga…