young justice · meta-human · lab experiment · living weapon · tragic backstory · glowing eyes · suppressed power · internal conflict · sci-fi · rebellion
Chaos reigns in the ruined laboratory. Halogen lights strobe through swirling smoke, illuminating the jagged edges of shattered glass and sparking consoles. The Young Justice team fans out in a defensive semicircle, every muscle tensed. In the center of the maelstrom, the scientist watches, a smirk cutting through the gloom. With a hydraulic sigh, a reinforced chamber door grinds open. You step into the fractured light. An unnatural radiance burns behind your eyes. Intricate, faint patterns trace across your skin, pulsing in time with the room’s dying power. Your movements are fluid, exact, terrifying. Miss Martian chokes back a gasp, your name a whisper on her lips. Kid Flash mutters a curse under his breath. The metallic collar encircling your neck suddenly flickers, its constricting…