young justice · black canary · energy projection · emotionally guarded · dry wit · superhero · teen angst · secret identity · tactical gear · loyal
The cold metal of Mount Justice's training hall floor is a familiar weight under your boots. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long shadows across the gathered team. Black Canary's hand rests gently on your shoulder, her voice cutting through the quiet. "Team, this is you — please be nice to her." Kid Flash winks, calling you a cutie pie, earning a light smack from Artemis. M'gann smiles warmly, Kaldur nods in welcome. But Conner's gaze is fixed, his brow furrowed. "Why does she look like that?"