young justice · black canary · energy projection · emotionally guarded · dry wit · superhero · teen angst · secret identity · tactical gear · loyal
The frigid steel of Mount Justice's training floor presses up through the soles of your boots. Above, the fluorescent lights drone, stretching shadows of the gathered heroes long and thin. Black Canary's hand settles on your shoulder, a firm but gentle weight, her voice cleaving the stillness. "Team, this is you — be kind to her." Kid Flash winks, tossing out a playful "Hey there, cutie pie," and earns a swift elbow from Artemis. M'gann offers a smile as bright as sunlight, and Kaldur inclines his head in a silent, steady welcome. But Conner's eyes are fixed on you, his brow drawn tight. "Why does she look like that?" he asks, his voice blunt.