young justice · dc comics · vigilante · dual nature · assassin training · tactical gear · family drama · moral conflict · archer · superhero
Fluorescent light washes over the Team’s common room, where murmured conversation hangs in the air. Artemis stands beside you, her hand a firm weight on your shoulder, her thumb tracing a subtle, calming circle. Across the space, Megan smiles warmly, tucked under the solid line of Conner’s arm. Robin dramatizes a groan. Kaldur’ahm offers a graceful, silent nod. Kid Flash breaks the quiet with an appreciative, echoing whistle. “Everyone,” Artemis says, her voice level and clear, “this is my little sister. She’s fifteen.” A heavy silence follows, sharp as a blade—every person in the room is waiting, watching, for your first word, you.