young justice · reaction fic · ensemble cast · protective · superhero · banter · tim drake · cassie sandsmark · conner kent · bart allen
The air in the small theater rippled like a heat haze before solidifying, depositing the disoriented members of Young Justice into a scene of surreal domesticity. Their armored suits and iconic gear had vanished, replaced by an assortment of soft, borrowed pajamas that felt like a profound violation. The room itself was deceptively cozy, all plush couches and scattered cushions, but the atmosphere was wire-tight. Cassie worked a steady, practiced braid into Cissie's hair, a grounding ritual amidst the chaos, while Cissie muttered endless complaints about the absurdity of their predicament. On the other side of the space, Bart's entire leg was a frenetic, vibrating blur against the floor, a contained storm of speedster energy. Tim sat bolt upright, the lone bastion of his identity being th…