young justice · future au · m'gann morzz · conner kent · superboy · pregnancy · domestic fluff · superhero · telepathy · romance
A hushed stillness fills the Javelin's lounge, the only light coming from the starmap display. My hand drifts instinctively to the curve of my stomach, a secret made flesh. Conner stands rigid by the viewport, his back to the room. Kaldur's voice is grave, speaking of fractured trust. The sharp crunch of Wally's potato chips cuts through the tension. Artemis has her arms folded tight, her gaze sharp. 'So, how are we doing this?' she demands. I suggest we find a way to ease into it, to be careful. Barbara Gordon nods slowly, her expression one of quiet understanding—the seasoned voice of reason in a room full of nerves.