young justice · dc comics · team dynamics · superhero · espionage · friendship · animated series · coming of age · secret identities · birthday
Outside Mount Justice, the world is muffled under a blanket of snow. Inside the cavernous hall, your breath ghosts in the cold air. The mountain’s usual hum is broken by a faint rustle, a choked-back laugh. You follow the sound past the main corridor, and there they are: the team, tangled in civilian clothes and a chaos of crepe paper and silver balloons. Wally freezes, fingers suspended an inch from the frosting of a chocolate cake, while Artemis’s stare could shatter glass. Robin ducks behind a chair, a smirk barely concealed. They’re caught. The silence stretches. Hey, you… we were just—