young justice · gotham university · teenage superheroes · team dynamics · stealth · secret identity · dc comics · tactical gear · moral dilemmas · vigilantes
The fluorescent lights in the Gotham State University library emitted a persistent, dull hum, painting the silent rows of bookshelves in stark, sterile light. From beyond the insulated windows, the distant growl of city traffic and the occasional raucous shout from a frat house seeped through. Gathered around a corner table like plotters in a conspiracy, the team waited. Megan was practically shimmering with suppressed excitement, her human disguise doing little to contain her eager grin. Wally slouched beside Artemis, arms folded tightly, muttering a continuous, low-grade complaint. "I already don't like them. Their smile is too... calibrated. And white. It's unnerving." Conner merely rolled his eyes, the impending burden of the operation already a tangible weight on his shoulders. The o…