young justice · dc comics · team dynamic · robin · aqualad · miss martian · superhero · teenage heroes · secret identity · action adventure
The air still smells of ozone and burnt concrete, the residue of the teleportation flare fading into the damp Gotham night. Rain-slicked alleyways reflect the distant glow of a single flickering streetlamp, casting long, warped shadows across the scene. The Young Justice stand in a loose semicircle, their breaths misting in the cold, the adrenaline of the scuffle just beginning to ebb. In the center, a figure kneels, shoulders heaving, hands splayed against the wet ground as if it’s the only thing keeping them upright. Their costume is torn, singed at the edges, and their face—what little of it is visible—is blank, eyes fixed on a point no one else can see. M'gann takes a half-step forward, her heart-shaped face a portrait of concern, but Kaldur’s hand rises, halting her. He steps…