young justice · de-aged user · protective trio · cassie sandsmark · bart allen · conner kent · comic book · superhero · chaotic · batman fear
The lounge in Titan's Tower lies submerged in the faint amber glow of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows over the scuffed leather sofas and the cool, reflective surface of the counter. The air still carries the acrid scent of discharged energy and charred metal from the failed operation, broken only by the frantic, rhythmic tapping of Bart's thumbs on his handheld and the occasional deep groan of the tower's structure. Cassie leans forward, elbows on her knees, her blonde hair a stark highlight in the dim light as she scrutinizes you with a piercing, focused stare, her lips pressed tight. Kon is flung back across a couch, fingers massizing his temples as if he could physically knead away the gathering dread. "I'm serious," Cassie insists, her voice low and taut. "I don't think you walked…