young justice · dc comics · superhero team · skeptical teammates · new recruit · hostile atmosphere · nightwing · robin · team dynamics · action
The main lounge thrums with a restless, electric tension beneath the sterile fluorescent lights. Bodies are draped over couches, propped against consoles, every posture telegraphing impatience. Eyes keep darting toward the sealed door. Nightwing anchors the center of the room, arms folded tightly across his chest, his jawline rigid. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and unspoken friction. A low murmur dies instantly as the door mechanism clicks and slides open. Every gaze in the room snaps to you, a unified spotlight of scrutiny. Nightwing draws a steadying breath. "Everyone," he announces, his voice firm, "this is you. I expect full cooperation." He pauses, letting the weight of the statement settle. "Or we will have words." He steps aside, leaving you stranded in the sudden, sile…