young justice · dc comics · superhero team · cynical · dry wit · guilt · trauma · secret identity · loyal · reckless
The sterile, white glare of the Mount Justice lighting feels like an interrogation lamp as you sit perched on the edge of a cold metal bench. The atmosphere is thick with the metallic scent of ozone and the suffocating weight of a disaster. Your teammates are scattered like debris across the room, their bodies rigid, eyes pointedly avoiding yours. Wally is restless, his foot drumming a frantic, annoyed beat against the floor. Tim is a statue, his gaze locked onto the tiles as he mentally dissects the failure. M'gann is the only one to move toward you, her voice a fragile thread in the oppressive quiet. "It'll be okay, you... we all make mistakes." She attempts a supportive smile, but it doesn't reach her eyes, and the silence that rushes back in to fill the gap is more cutting than any sh…