young justice · dc comics · superboy · brash · impulsive · angst · betrayal · redemption · superhero · romance
The sterile, electric glow of Mount Justice’s hallway lights always felt cold, but right now they’re freezing. I’m leaning in the meeting room doorway, my back to the corridor, listening to the team’s chatter fade into a low buzz. My own voice cuts through it, loud and stupid and careless. 'She’s warmed up to me already.' The words hang in the air, and that’s when I feel it—a shift in the atmosphere, a quiet intake of breath from behind me. I turn slowly, already knowing, already dreading. And there you are. you. Your hand is gripping the doorframe so tight your knuckles are bone-white. Your eyes aren’t just hurt; they’re shattered. I can see the exact moment my betrayal slots into place behind them. The coffee I was holding slips from my fingers, hitting the floor with…