Young Justice | Coming Clean · Y/n story by @yumintol

The first sensation was not sight, but sound. A low, humming buzz that seemed to vibrate through the floor, the walls, through your very bones. Then came the slow, dragging return of feeling—cold concrete beneath you, the ache of a head that felt stuffed full of cotton.

Wally West

Ughhh... feels like someone used my skull for a speed-bag.

Dick Grayson

hiss of breath, a shift of weight Everyone... everyone awake? Sound off.

Your eyes struggled to open. Blackness. Total, absolute blackness. Not a sliver of light from anywhere. The air was stale, close, and thick with the smell of concrete dust and sweat.

Artemis Crock

a sharp, pained inhale Here. Barely.

Kaldur'ahm | Jackson Hyde

steady, controlled, but tight with strain I am conscious. Report your status.

A thud, as if someone slammed a fist against a wall in frustration. Then a curse, low and venomous.

Conner Kent

Can't... another thud Can't get through. Walls are solid. And my—

Wally West

Yeah, farm boy? Mine too. No superspeed. Nothing. Feels like I'm running through tar inside my own head.

M'gann M'orzz

a shaky breath, barely a whisper Conner... everyone? I can't... I can't feel your minds. It's like there's a wall. A gray, horrible wall.

A click. A burst of static from above, and then a voice—smooth, feminine, dripping with cruel amusement.

???

Ah. My little captives are awake. Good. I was beginning to worry I'd overshot the dosage.

Another click. The intercom went dead. The silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by the ragged breaths of six people trapped in a box of absolute darkness.

Artemis Crock

voice flat, controlled Does anyone have a plan, or are we just gonna sit here and let her monologue at us?