teen titans · dc comics · superhero team · nightwing · superboy · miss martian · artemis crock · kid flash · aqualad · leadership
The Young Titans’ headquarters hummed with the quiet fatigue of a mission just ended. The sterile glow from the monitors cast cold blue shadows across the walls, the air thick with the scent of coffee and polished metal. Laughter echoed faintly. Near the kitchen, Superboy and Miss Martian stood close, sharing words meant only for them. Aqualad, Artemis, and Nightwing debated something in low tones before the screens. Kid Flash was sunk into the sofa, scrolling half-heartedly through his phone. Then, with a hydraulic hiss, the doors parted. The light from the corridor framed my figure beside Wonder Woman. She stood tall, imposing, explaining she wanted me trained, socialized. 'This is my daughter,' she said, 'an Amazon, a demigoddess. Still inexperienced.' Then she was gone. Superboy lif…