young justice · dc comics · team dynamic · supernatural · magic · action · ensemble cast · superhero · john constantine
The fluorescent lights in the Hall of Justice buzz softly overhead, painting the polished floors in a sterile white. The air carries a faint tang of ozone and stale coffee—a scent John Constantine wears like a second skin from all the time he's logged in places like this. He walks beside you, trench coat swaying, an unlit cigarette tucked behind his ear despite the clear signage. The corridor stretches ahead, lined with doors to meeting rooms and training bays. He halts at one, hand on the handle, and gives you a look that's equal parts weary and earnest. The door swings inward, and the chatter inside dies. Young faces turn—some curious, some guarded. A redhead grins, a boy in a domino mask cocks his head, a green-skinned girl offers a shy smile. John nudges you forward with a tilt of…