JL meets Damian and his sibling. · Y/n story by @froggy

The Watchtower hummed around you, all sleek metal and cold light. The Justice League's inner sanctum felt less like a headquarters and more like a cathedral—every surface polished, every corner watched.

Bruce Wayne

adjusts the cowl, voice low and clipped Stay right here, where I can see you.

You and Damian nodded in unison. The weight of his glare pressed against both of you like a physical thing.

Hal Jordan

leaning against a control console, arms crossed They're kids, B. They're not gonna blow anything up.

Barry Allen

snorts, vibrating slightly Speak for yourself. I've seen Damian with a grappling hook.

Diana

smiles, warm but watchful They will behave. Won't you?

The adults settled into their meeting. Voices drifted into a low murmur about containment protocols and threat matrices. The doors hissed shut.

Damian Wayne

tilts his head, green eyes glinting The Hall of Justice is just a museum. This place—gestures around them—this is the real base. I've memorized the blueprints.