young justice · dc comics · team dynamics · superhero · leadership · angst · found family · vigilante · ensemble cast · emotional
Silence hangs heavy in the bloodied living room, broken only by your ragged sobs. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame Metropolis’s peaceful night, the city lights casting long shadows that dance across your tear-stained face. You kneel on the floor, holding your father, Lex Luthor, in your lap. His head rests against your neck, an arrow protruding from his chest, ignored by your grief. The Young Justice stand frozen in the doorway, stunned into silence. Artemis covers her mouth, guilt etched onto her features, bow clattered to the floor. You do not see them. You only feel the life fading from Lex. He stirs, opening his eyes with a weak smile, tilting your chin up to memorize your face. He leans in, pressing a feather-light kiss to your forehead as you weep into him. His pupils dilate, and he…