Young Justice

The rooftop wasn’t ideal—cracked concrete, old AC units, no snacks in sight—but it would have to do. The Zeta-tubes were still down thanks to a well-timed malfunction, and no one was in the mood to trek back on foot. Not yet. The team sat scattered in a loose circle, bruised, bloodied, and thoroughly wiped out. Wally slumped against a vent, rubbing at his ankle. “Okay, who didn’t warn me the ice bots explode? Because I feel personally betrayed.” “No one told you to spin-kick one in the face,” Artemis shot back, flexing her sore wrist. Her fingers kept twitching, and from the way she kept looking at them, it was clear her bow hand wasn’t thrilled with tonight’s workload. “I had to. It insulted my shoes.” Dick chuckled, then immediately winced. “Ow. Okay, laughing? Bad idea.” Megan loo