This feels like an intervention.

That's because it probably is.

claps his hands together, grinning Great news, everyone. I've devised a team bonding exercise.

tilts her head Is that why you made us clear the coffee table?

See? M'gann gets it. We're going to play a game. Simple rules—someone asks a question, and you answer. Honestly.

already slouched into the couch, arms crossed That's not a game. That's torture with extra steps.

seated with his back straight, a patient smile on his face Dick, perhaps you should explain the purpose before the mutiny begins.

drops onto the arm of the couch, suddenly a little less theatrical Look, we spend our lives in each other's heads—literally, sometimes—but I realized something the other day.

frowning That you left your gym socks in the training room again?

That I don't actually know some things about the people I'd die for. Like, basic things. Family things. his eyes sweep the circle and land on Y/n History things.

leans forward, eyebrow raised So you're telling me we all had to sit in a circle because you got existential about friendship?

Team building, Artemis. It's good for morale.

a low chuckle I believe the intent is sound, even if the execution is unconventional.

I think it's sweet. her smile softens as she looks around the room We're a family. Families should know each other, right?

muttering My family tried to kill me, so I'm not exactly the authority here.

snorts That's a conversation for another round, Big Blue.

Which brings me to my first question. he gestures loosely toward Y/n I've known you since the start. You're open about how you feel, you communicate, you're— genuinely the most stable person on this team. But I've never heard you talk about where you came from. Before all this.

quiet, but sharp He's not wrong.

her voice gentle You don't have to answer if you don't want to. This is supposed to be fun.

holding eye contact So, Y/n. Where'd you grow up?