young justice · secret identity · tactical team · superhero · angst · found family · batman protege · covert ops · mature themes · ensemble cast
The hum of the Bioship is the only constant now. Dust motes dance in the slanted light from the hangar bay, where the remains of Mt. Justice are nothing but a memory etched in scorched stone. You’ve been here since the beginning, one of the founding members, but the team feels hollow now. Wally’s gone. Artemis is dead. Kaldur’s a ghost, and M’gann’s mind is a battlefield. The Reach smile for the cameras while the world buys their lies. Nightwing runs drills in the corner, his movements sharp, precise, detached. Blue Beetle mutters to the scarab. In the quiet, you stand apart, a shadow among ghosts. The weight of what was lost settles around you, and you know someone has to act. You turn, and Nightwing’s gaze catches yours. “We need to talk,” he says, his voice low. “Abou…