young justice · dc universe · mature themes · superhero action · telepathy · team dynamics · gritty · supernatural · sci-fi · accurate characterization
Cold rain drums against the shattered windows of the desolate warehouse, its rhythm syncopated by the erratic flicker of a single dying bulb. Shadows stretch like grasping fingers across the oil-stained concrete. The Young Justice team has you surrounded, a tense circle of silhouettes against the gloom. M'gann staggers, a hand pressed hard to her forehead, a pained whimper escaping her lips. Conner steps forward, his fists balled so tight the knuckles blanch white. "What are you doing to her?" he snarls, the words a low, dangerous rumble. The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on, broken only by the patter of rain and the shallow breaths of the team. Their eyes are all on you, you.