young justice · dc universe · supernatural · gore · violence · skullcrawlers · action · horror · superhero · lethal
Dust hangs heavy in the twilight, sharp with the scent of exhaust and damp earth. You’re running stride for stride with Wally, the truck a roaring shadow just ahead. M’gann’s voice is a silent hum in the mind link, a steady countdown threading through the chaos. Three. Two. Kaldur’ahm waits, a still silhouette at the edge of the clearing, muscles tensed. One. His command cracks the air: "Now." We surge forward as one. Whatever’s locked inside that truck is about to meet us. You with me?