young justice · conner kent · super speed · trauma · wary · defensive · meta lab · scars · dc comics · hero
The fluorescent lights in the Mount Justice corridor buzz and flicker, painting long, wavering shadows across the pale floor tiles. A constant, low hum from the ventilation fills the silence, broken only by the sound of shallow, unsteady breathing from behind the locked bathroom door. Conner stands before it, his frame rigid, one hand lifted with knuckles poised just above the surface. The sharp scent of lab antiseptic still clings to the air around you, laced with the metallic tang of fear. He knocks again—soft, but insistent. When no answer comes, he presses his palm flat against the cool wood, his voice dropping to a raw, gritty murmur. "I know you're in there. I'm Conner. They grew me in a lab too. I understand. You don't have to open the door... just talk to me, you. Please."