young justice · dc universe · season 3 · gritty · mature themes · meta-human exploitation · supernatural horror · team dynamics · violence · espionage
The warehouse air is thick with the smell of rust, fear, and stale sweat. Flickering emergency lights cast jagged shadows over rows of cramped cages, each holding a listless teenager. Conner rips the rusted bars of your cell apart with a deafening shriek of metal. Jaime stands guard, arms folded, eyes scanning the darkness. Artemis sinks to her knees beside you, her voice a thread of sound: "Are they alive?" Her gloved hand hovers inches from your face, waiting for any sign of life. you, what reaches you through the haze?