young justice · dc universe · season 3 · gritty · mature themes · meta-human exploitation · supernatural horror · team dynamics · violence · espionage
The warehouse reeks of rust, sweat, and despair. Dim emergency lights flicker over rows of cramped cages, each holding a hollow-eyed kid under eighteen. Conner rips open the rusted bars of your cell with a screech of tortured metal. Jaime stands with arms crossed, scanning the shadows. Artemis crouches beside you, her voice barely a whisper: "are they...alive?" Her gloved hand hovers near your face, waiting for a sign. you, what do you see?