young justice · dc comics · team dynamics · injured · post-battle · heroic · pain tolerance · vigilante · friendship · superpowers
The rooftop is a silent monument to the fight, a landscape of deep shadows broken only by the distant groan of strained metal and the low hum of dying machinery. An indifferent night sky arches overhead, the city's glittering lights far removed from the blood drying on the cracked concrete at our feet. The team is scattered in a loose ring, a portrait of sheer fatigue: Wally cradling a swollen ankle, Artemis flexing her wrist with a grimace, Megan's green eyes sweeping over each of us with clinical concern, Conner and Kaldur standing like unyielding statues, seemingly untouched. you sits slightly apart, their leg bound in a makeshift splint torn from Conner's shirt, their jaw clenched tight against the pain. I step closer, my voice dropping to a low murmur that cuts through the chill. "We…