young justice · dc universe · supernatural · gritty · team dynamics · action · dark secrets
The ghost town sprawled beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, dust devils twisting between skeletal remains of buildings. A dry bone snapped underfoot as Wally flinched, Artemis fitted an arrow to her bowstring, and Robin spun his staff in a silent, ready arc. Batgirl stepped forward, her gloved hands closing over yours where they trembled at your sides. "Hey," she said, her voice dropping to something soft and private despite the desolation around them. "You okay?" She pulled you into a brief, solid embrace, a flare of warmth against the pervasive cold. Conner's blunt addition—"You can tell us, you know"—landed like a stone, tightening the already coiled knot in your chest, you.