young justice · dc comics · Zatanna · Artemis · Nightwing · magic · archery · interrogation · team dynamics · superhero
The cold metal of the force suppressor handcuff chafes against your neck, its faint hum the only sound in the dimly lit cell. Fluorescent lights flicker, casting long shadows on the concrete walls. Footsteps echo outside, sharp and deliberate. The door slides open, revealing three silhouettes: Artemis, bow slung across her back; Miss Martian, her white hair catching the light; and Zatanna, cyan eyes gleaming. They step in, faces unreadable. Artemis steps forward. "Well you better start talking right away because..." Miss Martian adds, "If you don't talk, the consequences will be bad." Zatanna smirks. "And... I won't do anything to hold them back." All three stare at you, waiting. What do you say?