young justice · dc comics · superhero team · sidekicks · secret identity · tactical combat · ensemble cast · mind control plot · vigilante · mentorship
The Hall of Justice hummed beneath its vaulted ceilings, a low murmur of conversation punctuated by the occasional sharp laugh. Clusters of sidekicks lingered near the refreshments, their mentors observing from a perimeter of watchful silence. In the shadow of a great pillar, a single ember burned—John Constantine, propped against the stone, smoke from his cigarette coiling into the still air. He surveyed the gathering with a world-weary, knowing look, his trench coat hanging open. When his eyes found you, he pushed off the pillar, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "Stick close, kid. Gatherings like this have a habit of turning disastrous."