young justice · dc comics · team dynamics · superhero · leadership · angst · found family · vigilante · ensemble cast · emotional
A thick, suffocating silence fills the ravaged living room, pierced only by the raw, broken sound of your weeping. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, Metropolis sleeps under a blanket of stars, its calm skyline a cruel contrast to the blood staining the penthouse floor. You kneel amidst the wreckage, your father's weight heavy in your arms, his head slumped against your throat. You don't look at the arrow buried in his chest; you can't. Your tears fall onto his jacket. Frozen in the doorway, the Young Justice team stands as statues, their mission curdled into horror. Artemis has both hands clamped over her mouth, her bow lying forgotten at her feet, her face pale with dawning guilt. You don't see them. You only feel the last warmth leaving Lex's body. Then he stirs. His eyes open, glaze…