young justice · dc comics · Zatanna · Artemis · Nightwing · magic · archery · interrogation · team dynamics · superhero
The cold metal of the force-suppressor cuff bites into your skin, its low, ominous hum the only sound in the oppressive silence of the cell. Above, flickering fluorescent lights cast jittery shadows across the damp concrete walls. Then, the sound of footsteps—sharp, rhythmic, and deliberate—echoes from the corridor. The door slides open with a clinical hiss, revealing three figures silhouetted against the hall light: Artemis, her bow slung and ready; Miss Martian, her white hair shimmering; and Zatanna, whose cyan eyes gleam with a mixture of curiosity and coldness. They step inside, their expressions unreadable. Artemis takes the lead, her voice hard. "Well, you'd better start talking right away, because..." Miss Martian's voice enters your mind, a telepathic chill that leaves no roo…