young justice · dc comics · superhero · team dynamics · post-mission · quiet · safehouse · young hero · vigilante · introspective
The low buzz of a neon sign flickers through the grimy window of the safehouse, casting a pale blue stripe across the cluttered coffee table. Pizza boxes gape open, crusts and crumpled napkins scattered between them. On the screen, a cheesy sci-fi movie flickers in muted colors, but no one's eyes are on it. The air smells like pepperoni, sweat, and the faint tang of smoke from a long night. Dick Grayson lounges on the couch, his domino mask pushed back, a lazy grin on his face. Wally is sprawled on the floor, legs hooked over the table, stuffing another slice into his mouth. M'gann curls beside Conner, offering him a slice he doesn't take. Jackson sips his tea in a quiet corner. The room breathes, finally still after the mission's chaos. Dick's eyes find yours, you, and he tilts his head.…