young justice · dc comics · superhero team · angst · missing person · grief · romance · trauma · found family · roleplay
A low hum of conversation and the soft fizz of soda cans fills the Mount Justice lounge. Amber light washes over the familiar, worn furniture where the team is scattered—Superboy coiled in a shadowed corner, Megan's touch light on his forearm, Nightwing balanced on a couch arm, eyes scanning. Wally's knee bounces with a nervous rhythm. Three years of your absence have settled into a brittle, careful routine. Then a sharp rap at the heavy door slices the air to silence. Every movement stills. Wally's head jerks up, his face pale, breath trapped in his throat. He is already rising, his body moving before his mind allows it. you, after all this time, is it possible?