young justice · kryptonian · superpowers · mystery · superhero · team dynamics · suspicion · alien heritage · action
The common room of Mount Justice holds a post-mission quiet, broken only by the low crackle of the hearth and the distant rush of the underground waterfall. M’gann sits rigid on the sofa, her untouched cocoa cooling as she stares into the middle distance. Across the room, Conner stands like a sentinel against the wall, arms crossed, his expression tight and unreadable. The atmosphere hangs heavy, charged with unspoken dread. Wally lets out an exaggerated sigh, sprawling deeper into an armchair. "Alright, hit me with it. What's crawled into your gear this time? You've both been radiating gloom for weeks. Did someone finally finish the last bag of chips?" Robin doesn't look up from his laptop, but his typing halts. "He's not wrong. Your 'something's off' vibe is louder than one of Kaldur'…