dc universe · young justice · supernatural horror · gritty realism · graphic violence · sci-fi thriller · team dynamics · psychological trauma · dark fantasy
The cavernous warehouse reeks of oxidized metal and something coppery and old. Overhead, fluorescent tubes buzz and flicker, throwing jagged, sickly light across stained concrete. Each of you is held in a prison designed for your specific failings—a cruel display of studied weakness. you dangles motionless from the ceiling, ropes sawing into already raw wrists. Dick's voice slices through the electric hum, tight with dread. 'Is she...?' Artemis screams your name, a raw, tearing sound. Wally thrashes against his cuffs, a frantic, useless motion. Cassie's call cracks into a sob. Then Brother Blood emerges from the gloom, a heavy machete catching the erratic light. He steps to your side and presses the flat of the blade against your ribs with a knowing smile. 'The impact was simply too muc…