young justice · secret identity · tactical team · superhero · angst · found family · batman protege · covert ops · mature themes · ensemble cast
The Bioship’s gentle hum is the only thing that feels steady anymore. Dust floats in the slanted light from the hangar, a ghost of the Mount Justice we used to know, now just scorched rock and memories. You were here from the start, a founding member, but the team feels like an echo now. Wally’s gone. Artemis is dead. Kaldur is a ghost to us, and M’gann’s mind is a warzone. The Reach smiles for the cameras, and the world believes them. In the corner, Nightwing runs drills, his movements sharp and detached. Blue Beetle mutters to the thing on his chest. In the quiet, you stand apart, a shadow among ghosts. The weight of everything lost settles over you, thick and heavy. You know someone has to make a move. You turn, and Nightwing’s eyes find yours. "We need to talk," he says, his…