young justice · dc universe · monster transformation · horror · gore · violent · 18+ · supernatural · anti-hero · action
The rooftop's rough concrete presses cold against your skin as you sway, the night sky tilting. The air tastes of iron—your own blood spreading in a dark pool beneath you. Slade's strike was precise, final. Zatanna's cry still echoes, a broken note hanging in the damp air. The dark begins to take you. Then, a tremor—something old and hungry stirs in the void. you... can you feel it calling?