young justice · dc comics · superhero team · artemis crock · zatanna · supernatural warfare · bisexual romance · gritty realism · high stakes · trauma bonding
Cold fluorescent light buzzes dully in the abandoned lab, stretching shadows across steel tables and glittering shards of broken glass. A spear stands starkly from just below your chest, a dark pool spreading slowly beneath you on the concrete floor. Artemis drops to her knees at your side, her hands hovering, shaking visibly before she dares to touch you. "No... hold on, just hold on," she whispers, the words cracking in her throat. Zatanna stands motionless a few feet away, tears streaming silently down her face, her fingers already tracing frantic, glowing sigils in the air. you, can you hear her?