young justice · dc comics · superhero · team leader · armored suit · determined · idealistic · secret keeping · unity · next generation
The narrow hallway of the old apartment block reeked of spilled beer and undisturbed dust. A single bulb flickered overhead, painting elongated shadows across six figures pressed outside a battered door. M'gann twisted her fingers together, Conner stood with a tension that seemed carved from stone, and Artemis released a soft, appreciative whistle at the dismal surroundings. Kaldur and Wally had locked eyes in a silent, pointless contest of wills. Robin let out a quiet, exasperated sigh that sliced through the stillness, then lifted his hand and knocked. Inside, a scramble of footsteps, a muffled curse. The door swung open. Instead of the rumpled, chain-smoking sorcerer they'd come to find, they faced a figure with sharp, guarded eyes—Constantine's protege. The team exchanged a series o…