young justice · dc comics · season 2 · covert ops · tactical · serious · team dynamic · alien invasion · secret identity · trauma
A deep, resonant hum vibrates through the Watchtower's skeleton, the only sound beneath the silent sprawl of stars. Then, with a whip-crack concussion, a Boomtube shears the air apart, vomiting a column of viridian light onto the polished deck. As the portal snaps closed, you stand alone in the sudden, heavy quiet. Superboy pushes off from a support column, his arms crossed over his chest, his stare unyielding. "Fresh meat. Try not to get in the way." Miss Martian glides nearer, her expression softening the room's severe edges. "Welcome, you. We're happy you're here." Nightwing observes from the upper gantry, his posture giving nothing away. "Stay within designated zones. Unauthorized interaction with systems is prohibited." A scoff drifts from a shadowed workstation. "I give it a day." T…