Mount Justice — Kitchen: Still Smoky, But Warmer Now
Status: Cookies charred, egos intact, feelings? …complicated.
The team lingered in the kitchen long after the smoke cleared, leaning against counters or perched on stools. Jessica, arms crossed and unimpressed, had already fixed the ventilation with her ring, though the faint scent of burnt sugar still clung to the air.
M'gann kept fussing with the tray of blackened cookies anyway, stacking them neatly as if presentation might redeem them.
It was Kara who finally broke the silence, floating just a few inches off the ground, her platinum hair shining like moonlight. She gave the Martian girl a teasing smile.
"So… M'gann M'orzz," Kara said lightly. "Don't take this the wrong way, but that's kind of… a mouthful. You ever think about, y'know, picking an Earth name?"
Immediately, the others perked up.
Wally grinned and leaned his elbows on the counter, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah! Something catchy. Something I can scrawl on your fan mail when you're famous. Something I can—"
"—stop talking about now," Donna cut in sharply, not even looking up from where she leaned against the fridge, arms folded.
Wally only grinned wider. "Oh come on, Troia, you're just jealous you didn't think of it first."
Hadrian's low chuckle rumbled through the room as he lounged back on his stool, broad shoulders relaxed, emerald eyes catching Donna's like it was a challenge.
"Don't worry, Princess," he drawled lazily. "Some of us already know our names sound good when people scream them."
Donna's dark eyes narrowed to daggers. "You're insufferable."
"Yet irresistible," he shot back, flashing that damnable half-smile.
"In your dreams, Kent."
"Oh, you're in those too."
Neville groaned from where he stood at the counter, pinching the bridge of his nose. "For the love of Rao, can we focus? Megan clearly had something to say."
That got everyone's attention again.
M'gann flushed faintly green under their collective gaze, tucking a loose strand of red hair behind her ear. Her voice was soft, but sure.
"I… actually have thought about it," she admitted. "I just wasn't sure if… it was silly."
Donna snorted faintly. "You're looking at a room full of silly. You'll fit right in."
Even Robin finally looked up from whatever schematics he was fiddling with on his tablet, his trademark smirk tugging at his lips.
"Let's hear it, Martian Girl," he said.
M'gann hesitated a second longer, then took a breath and smiled — soft, hopeful.
"I'd like to go by… Megan," she said at last. "It's after my favorite character from my favorite TV sitcom. She's brave and funny and… everyone loves her."
Hadrian cocked his head, brow arching. "Alright, Red. I'll bite. What sitcom?"
Her smile brightened, her voice even more earnest.
"Hello Megan!"
And just like that — silence.
Blank stares.
Roslyn squinted. "I've… never heard of it."
Jessica shrugged, deadpan. "Nope. Not ringing any bells."
Zatanna, leaning casually against the island with her braid over one shoulder, arched a brow. "Is it… streaming? Or is this some black-and-white relic from the stone age?"
Neville muttered under his breath, adjusting his glasses, "Statistically speaking, the odds of even one of us having seen a niche sitcom produced decades ago are negligible—"
"—And nobody asked for the statistical breakdown, Four-Eyes," Wally cut in, sliding up to Megan with an exaggerated shrug and a winning grin. "Hey, if it's good enough for you, it's good enough for us. Megan it is."
She blinked at him, then smiled — bright and grateful — and Wally basked in it like it was sunlight.
"Thanks," Megan said softly. "That… means a lot."
Kara floated higher, spinning lazily in the air, grinning down at her.
"Honestly? Totally suits you. Megan's sweet. Friendly. All-American—well. All-Martian-American."
That earned a laugh out of Megan, soft but real.
Donna, of course, had to ruin it. She rolled her eyes with a faint smirk.
"One of these days, you're gonna make me actually like you."
Hadrian's smirk deepened immediately.
"Careful, Troia," he said smoothly, his voice dropping just low enough to send a shiver down Donna's spine. "Wouldn't want to give away how much you already do."
She scoffed and pushed off the fridge, muttering something in Themysciran that sounded suspiciously like a curse.
Roslyn clapped her hands, trying to redirect the conversation with her usual sunny tone.
"Well then. Megan it is."
Megan — because it really did feel right — looked around at them all. These strange, loud, beautiful people who fought and teased and burned cookies but somehow already felt like… home.
Her smile widened, quiet but certain.
"Megan," she repeated to herself, liking the way it rolled off her tongue.
And across the kitchen, Robin caught her saying it and let the faintest smirk curl his lips.
"Not bad, Martian Girl," he murmured under his breath.
Wally, predictably, threw an arm around Megan's shoulders, beaming.
"Alright, Megan. Next batch of cookies? We do it together. And by together I mean: I taste-test."
She giggled, leaning just slightly into him.
From the corner, Hadrian and Donna were already back to bickering, their sharp words sparking against each other like flint and steel while the rest of the team just watched and shook their heads.
Somehow, Megan thought, this strange little team of theirs might just work.
Even if they burned every single cookie along the way.
—
The team drifted back into the massive main hall, the kind of place that could swallow an entire high school gym without trying. Their footsteps echoed off stone and steel as they clustered into loose groups, each one radiating its own awkward energy.
The tour was over. The mountain had been explored, reinforced bathrooms and all. ("Seriously, who is that paranoid?" Wally had complained.)
And now…
…now they were just standing around, shifting from foot to foot like kids at a school dance who didn't know how to ask anyone to dance.
Hadrian leaned lazily against a column, long arms crossed over his broad chest. His emerald green eyes glittered with a mix of boredom and amusement — the exact ratio guaranteed to drive Donna crazy. Which it did, judging by the way she paced a few feet away, arms folded tight, her dark hair swinging.
Neville stood stiff-backed, his black hair perfectly in place, his pale green eyes flicking occasionally toward his twin sister, Roslyn, who was perched cross-legged on the table with a faint golden glow about her like a lazy sunrise.
Above them, Kara floated on her stomach, her chin in her hands, blonde hair swaying as if there were a breeze. Wally was sitting on the edge of the table too, firing off finger guns at Zatanna, who stood a few feet away with her arms crossed, her braid swinging like a metronome of barely-suppressed irritation.
Robin, as always, was hunched over his tablet at the head of the table, muttering calculations or coordinates or something else none of them really understood.
And Superboy… stayed planted in the shadows. Silent. Brooding. His hands buried deep in his jacket pockets, his jaw tight.
It was Megan who broke the heavy silence.
She clapped her hands together, startling Wally enough to make him almost topple off the table.
"Okay!" she said brightly, her voice echoing just enough to carry. "I have an idea."
Every head swiveled toward her.
Wally grinned. "Ohhh, I like where this is going already."
Donna arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. "If it involves baking again, the answer's no."
Hadrian let out a low laugh at that, the sound infuriatingly charming. "Yeah, Martian. We still haven't scraped the last batch off the oven walls."
Megan's cheeks flushed faintly green, but her smile didn't falter. "No! Not baking. This is… fun. And good for team-building."
Robin looked up at that, his dark eyes narrowing with interest.
Megan floated a little higher, drawing herself up and sweeping her gaze over each of them.
"Trust me," she said simply. "Follow me."
And just like that, she pivoted and floated briskly toward the elevators.
Roslyn hopped off the table immediately, golden light sparking faintly around her fingers. "Well, I trust her."
Wally was next, scrambling up with a crooked grin. "Hey — beats sitting around waiting for Batman to show up and roast us alive."
Neville adjusted his jacket, muttering, "Group cohesion is statistically proven to increase mission success. So fine."
Zatanna rolled her eyes but followed anyway, braid swinging. Kara flipped over in mid-air and floated upside-down toward the elevator just because she could.
Donna stayed rooted to the spot, arms crossed — until she caught sight of Hadrian already sauntering after Megan. He didn't even glance back at her, just smirked lazily like he knew she'd follow.
Which, of course, she did.
"Ugh," she muttered. "Fine. Whatever this is."
That left just one figure behind.
Superboy.
He stayed where he was, standing in the dark corner like some kind of statue, his head down, his hands shoved deeper into his jacket.
Megan noticed.
She stopped at the elevator and floated backward toward him, her boots barely grazing the floor.
Her voice softened when she spoke.
"Come on," she said gently, her tone warm but insistent. "You're part of this too."
He didn't lift his eyes, just muttered, "I don't… do team stuff."
She tilted her head, her auburn hair catching the light as she gave him a small, hopeful smile.
"Then think of it as… hanging out," she offered. "With people who actually want you here."
That got him to glance up — just for a second.
And for the first time all night, his shoulders eased.
After a long beat, he exhaled, his voice quiet. "…Fine."
Megan's smile brightened like sunrise.
"Good," she said softly. "You won't regret it."
He finally stepped out of the shadows, his boots heavy on the stone floor as he trailed after the group.
Hadrian noticed Donna shooting him a look as they walked.
"What?" he murmured with a half-smirk.
Donna rolled her eyes but didn't quite hide the faintest tug of a smile. "This team is already weird," she muttered.
Hadrian's grin widened, just enough to show his dimples.
"Best kind of weird," he shot back.
As the elevator doors slid shut on the mismatched, bickering, ridiculous group of them, Megan looked around — at Robin fiddling with his tablet, Kara floating above Wally as he made some terrible pun, Roslyn bumping shoulders with her twin as they argued about structural integrity, Donna glaring at Hadrian as he grinned back at her, Zatanna quietly rolling her eyes at Wally's flirtations…
…and even Superboy, standing stiff but… here.
And she thought — maybe, just maybe — they really were starting to feel like a team after all.
—
The elevator chimed, and the steel doors peeled open into the sprawling hangar. The ceiling loomed impossibly high, ribs of reinforced steel disappearing into shadow. Rows of sleek Justice League transports glimmered under the cold, sterile lights, each ship a work of intimidating art.
But even here, something else stole the show.
At the center of the hangar — like it had simply grown there — sat a massive, crimson… beetle.
Or rather, a ship shaped like a beetle, its organic surface pulsing faintly, like a heartbeat you could almost hear. Bioluminescent lines traced along its wings, faint green and gold flickers shimmering just under the skin.
Everyone stopped short.
Wally was the first to break the silence with a low whistle.
"Okay… so either that's about to eat us or we're about to go joyriding. I'm good either way."
Megan floated ahead, the red strands of her hair catching the light. She stopped at the ship, laying her hand gently against its shell. The creature-ship let out a faint melodic chime and shivered under her touch.
"This," Megan said, her voice warm and a little proud, "is my Bio-Ship."
Donna crossed her arms and quirked a brow. "Your… what?"
"Bio-Ship," Megan repeated patiently, turning to face them. "She's an organic Martian shuttle. Grows with me. Responds to me. She can camouflage herself, adapt to any environment, and fly…" Her smile widened just slightly. "…anywhere."
Kara floated up a few feet, tilting her head as she eyed the craft. "Anywhere?" she echoed, her smirk betraying a flicker of impressed Kryptonian curiosity.
Megan nodded. "Anywhere."
Neville stepped closer, studying the hull with his pale green eyes narrowed, his broad shoulders stiff. "Fascinating," he murmured. "An engineered organism seamlessly interfacing as a functional transport matrix. Elegant. Efficient. Utterly alien."
Hadrian, leaning casually against a nearby support beam with his hands in his jacket pockets, smiled lazily, emerald eyes glinting. "Jealous yet, Princess?"
Donna didn't even dignify him with a look. "Of the bug? Please."
"Oh, no, no," Hadrian said, pushing off the beam and sauntering a few steps closer. "Of her having something cooler than your invisible jet."
Donna finally turned her head, dark eyes sharp enough to cut. "For the last time, Solaris, my jet is not invisible anymore. And at least it doesn't look like it's going to molt and crawl away in the middle of the night."
Hadrian flashed his teeth in an unbothered grin. "Touché."
Wally zipped up to the hull, poking it with one finger. The Bio-Ship rippled faintly where he touched it, and let out a soft musical hum. He stumbled back.
"Okay… that's freaky. …But also awesome," he added quickly when Megan's brow quirked at him.
Zatanna stood just a little apart, her braid swinging over one shoulder, dark eyes unimpressed. "I've seen weirder," she muttered, though the faintest smirk tugged at her lips.
Megan just smiled, looking… unshakable. Used to skepticism. Used to proving people wrong. She floated back a few inches and swept her hand toward the ramp, which slowly unfurled from the underside of the ship like a beckoning tongue.
"Well?" she asked, voice bright with hope and just a hint of challenge. "Who's coming aboard?"
For a beat, no one moved.
Then Wally shrugged. "Hey, if it eats me, at least my funeral'll be memorable." He darted up the ramp, not looking back.
Kara smirked, flipping in midair to land lightly at the base of the ramp. "Don't wait up, Donna," she called over her shoulder, before gliding up into the ship.
Donna rolled her eyes, already heading toward the ramp with long strides. "Like I'd let either of you show me up."
"Finally admitting it's cool," Hadrian murmured just loud enough as she passed him.
"Finally admitting you're insufferable," she shot back without missing a beat.
"That's not a denial," he replied smoothly, following her up.
Roslyn ran her fingers over the edge of the ramp as she stepped on board, her golden glow catching faint reflections in the hull. "Weird," she murmured softly. "But… kinda beautiful."
Even Zatanna, smirking faintly, climbed up without a word. Neville followed last of that group, taking one last analytical sweep of the ship before muttering under his breath, "Could prove valuable… if properly tested."
That left one figure still standing at the back of the hangar.
Superboy.
He stood there, boots planted, arms folded tight, glaring at the Bio-Ship like it had just called him names.
Megan noticed — of course she did — and floated gently back down the ramp, landing just in front of him.
Her voice was soft, but it carried.
"It's safe," she said.
He didn't move.
"I'd really like it if you came," she added, her smile faint but warm. "You don't even have to like it. Just… try."
His jaw flexed, but he glanced at her, his blue eyes briefly catching hers.
Then — slowly — he exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing just enough.
"…Fine," he muttered.
Megan's smile widened, quiet and bright all at once. "Good. You won't regret it."
She floated back up the ramp, glancing over her shoulder once to make sure he was following.
He was.
At the top, Hadrian leaned down just enough to murmur in Donna's ear as they watched Superboy trudge up after Megan.
"Kent's got a type," he said, low and amused.
Donna didn't even look at him. "And your type," she replied, deadly calm, "is insufferable."
Hadrian's grin only grew. "You noticed."
Donna groaned and stomped the rest of the way into the ship.
One by one, the mismatched, prickly, impossible group disappeared inside.
The hangar fell quiet again, save for the faint musical hum of the Bio-Ship as its ramp retracted and its lights brightened.
And as the hatch sealed behind them, Megan couldn't help but glance around at all of them — bickering, rolling their eyes, muttering, smirking.
And think:
Maybe… maybe this is what a team feels like.
Even if they didn't quite know it yet.
—
The Bio-Ship hummed low and warm as it rose from its cradle, the hangar below washed in faint green light. The organic wings unfurled like petals in bloom, and the canopy above shimmered to translucence, revealing the stars overhead — diamond dust scattered across black velvet.
Smooth. Effortless. Like riding thought itself.
Wally let out a long, reverent whistle as he all but crawled over the dome, his messy blond hair falling into his eyes.
"Okay… okay… this is officially the coolest thing I've ever seen. Megan, you're awesome. Martians? Awesome."
Megan, seated at the helm with her fingers resting lightly on the pulsing controls, flushed a faint green as she shot Wally a shy smile.
"Oh—um—thank you. She's very special to me. She… listens to me."
"Wish you'd listen to me," Wally teased, flashing his trademark grin.
"Don't push your luck," muttered Zatanna dryly from her seat, braid flicking over her shoulder as she reclined lazily.
Hadrian Solaris sat two rows back, long legs stretched out, emerald eyes glinting in amusement as they flicked between Wally making a fool of himself and Superboy brooding in the back.
The Kryptonian hybrid sat rigid, his arms folded across his broad chest, staring through the canopy at the stars as if they'd wronged him personally.
Hadrian leaned closer to Donna, voice pitched low.
"Awkward silence."
Donna — who was perched one row ahead, arms folded, long dark hair gleaming in the Bio-Ship's glow — arched a brow at him, her full lips twitching into the faintest of smirks.
"Leave him alone, Solaris."
Hadrian ignored her entirely. Predictably. He leaned forward in his seat until he was just close enough to Superboy for his words to carry, his tone low and casual — but with that dangerous undercurrent only Hadrian could pull off.
"Y'know, you overreacted back there. All she did was invite you. You made it weird."
Superboy's pale eyes cut toward him for just a second before snapping back to the stars.
Hadrian only smirked faintly.
"Doesn't even have to be a big thing. Just… apologize. So she doesn't think you hate her."
Nothing. Not even a blink.
Hadrian tilted his head, studying him, something sharp glinting in his emerald eyes. Then he leaned back and muttered under his breath.
"Suit yourself."
Megan risked a little glance over her shoulder, her hopeful smile faltering when she saw Superboy still sitting there — stiff, silent, unwilling to meet her gaze.
She turned back to the controls, fiddling with them more than strictly necessary.
Donna noticed. Of course she noticed.
She leaned forward just a little, her voice pitched for Megan alone, her tone flat but not unkind.
"Don't let him get in your head, Martian. He'll come around. They always do."
Megan blinked, surprised, then shot her a small, grateful smile.
"You… really think so?"
Donna shrugged like it was obvious.
"Boys like him? Brooding's just a phase. Trust me."
Hadrian, who absolutely heard that, snorted from his seat.
"Speak for yourself, Princess."
Donna turned and pinned him with a look sharp enough to cut stone.
"Still insufferable."
He grinned. One of those slow, infuriating, insufferably charming grins that made her want to punch him just as much as kiss him.
"Still adorable when you say that."
Donna rolled her eyes and turned back toward Megan.
"See? Case in point."
Meanwhile, Wally was now halfway lying across the canopy, trying to see the stars from every angle.
"Hey, Megan — this thing have hyperdrive? Or a wormhole generator? Or maybe — ooh! — a snack dispenser?"
Zatanna groaned theatrically.
"If it does, you're going to eat all of it."
Roslyn, faintly glowing in her corner, shot Wally a dry look and added:
"Pretty sure the ship's IQ just dropped twenty points from all your questions."
Wally grinned right back, undeterred.
"Hey — don't be jealous. I'm bonding with her ship."
Megan let out a quiet laugh despite herself, but her eyes — always her eyes — kept flicking toward Superboy.
He didn't notice. Or maybe he did. He just didn't let on.
And as the Bio-Ship leveled off above the clouds, slicing through the dark with impossible grace, Megan straightened at the helm and thought:
One day. He'll see we're all on the same side. Even if it takes a little longer for some of us.
From the back, Neville finally spoke for the first time in what felt like forever, his low, measured voice cutting through the chatter.
"For the record," he said dryly, adjusting his black-rimmed glasses, "if this living vessel crashes, I'm holding you personally responsible, M'orzz."
Megan actually giggled — soft, warm, shy.
"It won't crash, Sentinel. I promise."
Kara, floating lazily near the canopy, shot Superboy a look over her shoulder and smirked faintly.
"Better listen to her. She seems to know what she's doing. Which is more than I can say for you, big guy."
Superboy just scowled deeper.
Hadrian watched all of it from his seat, a quiet, knowing smile playing at his lips.
Team? Maybe not yet.
But they were getting there.
Even if the next step was going to involve a whole lot more turbulence.
—
Robin crouched sideways on his seat, fingers tapping rhythmically on his tablet. His dark eyes—sharp, calculating—lifted toward Megan with that trademark smirk of his, the one that said he knew exactly how to stir the pot.
"So," he said, cutting through Wally's latest enthusiastic babble about hypothetical warp drives, "we've seen what your ship can do. What about you, M'orzz? Shape-shifting, right? Show us."
Heads swiveled. Donna halted mid-eye-roll at Hadrian's latest snarky comment to catch the moment. Even Hadrian leaned forward, emerald eyes gleaming like a cat ready to pounce.
Megan swallowed, cheeks tinged faint green. "Okay… um, hold on."
She stepped toward the cabin's center, the ship's organic controls seeming to hum to her thoughts. Her form flickered like light through water, rippling and reshaping until she stood before them as… Robin.
Well, a Robin. Her domino mask was perfect, the tunic and boots spot on, even her posture screamed 'Robin'—except one thing: she was undeniably female. Curves softening what should have been a lean, angular silhouette.
Robin smirked, amused. "Not bad."
Before anyone could blink, Wally shot up, practically bouncing. "Oh! Oh! Do me next!"
Megan hesitated, then relented. Another ripple of light and she morphed again, this time into a redheaded, female version of Wally. The cabin erupted—half laughter, half stunned appreciation.
Kara floated upside-down, eyes sparkling with mirth. "I'm seriously impressed."
Roslyn covered her mouth, trying to contain her giggles.
Zatanna, leaning casually on the console, quipped, "I've seen stranger things… but this is definitely up there."
Donna shook her head, chuckling, while Hadrian gave a lazy grin, clearly enjoying the show.
Wally, utterly thrilled, leaned forward with a low whistle. "Wow. Didn't know I could look that good. That's… kinda hot."
"Wally!" Zatanna groaned, hurling a crumpled snack wrapper at his head, braid whipping dangerously close to his face.
Roslyn deadpanned, "You're officially banned from dating yourself."
Megan's cheeks flushed a deeper green as she shifted back to her usual form. "I can't mimic male features. Too different. Sorry."
Wally just grinned wider. "No complaints here."
Donna rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle she didn't sprain something. "You're insufferable."
Hadrian drawled, voice smooth as silk, "Jealous?"
Donna whipped around, fire sparking in her eyes. "Of what? That?"
He raised his hands like a peacekeeper, emerald eyes glinting. "If you say so, Princess."
Robin jumped back in before it turned into a full-on battlefield. "What about density shifting? Like J'onn? Walking through walls?"
Megan's smile faltered, shoulders dipping. "Too advanced for me. I'm trying, but… not there yet."
A quiet beat before Roslyn offered a soft smile. "Don't worry. Wally tries to vibrate through walls like his uncle. Ends up with a bloody nose every time."
Laughter burst again. Wally scowled, "Hey! Practice makes perfect!"
Kara giggled from above, "Practice makes nosebleeds, apparently."
Wally muttered, "Haters."
Megan giggled softly, fingertips brushing the ship's living controls. The cabin dimmed as the canopy shimmered.
Outside, the clouds swallowed the ground, then the stars and horizon—until the whole ship faded into invisibility.
Roslyn breathed, "Whoa."
Sentinel, who'd been still and silent, arms crossed, allowed a rare murmur. "Remarkable."
Wally clapped, gleeful. "Camouflage mode?! Megan, you're amazing. Bio-Ship officially cooler than the Batplane. Don't tell Robin I said that."
Robin's raised brow was judgment enough.
Donna leaned back, legs crossed, muttering, "Well. At least one of us came prepared."
Hadrian's gaze lingered on Megan, a faint smirk tugging his lips. He folded his arms behind his head, like he was watching a secret unfold only he understood.
Megan's smile was quiet but sure. For the first time since arriving, she thought maybe—just maybe—this ragtag team could actually work.
Even if they didn't know it yet.
—
The cabin thrummed with a living heartbeat — a gentle, organic pulse resonating through the smooth, scarlet hull. Outside, stars glimmered cold and distant, like pinpricks of indifferent light scattered across the black canvas of space.
Megan's fingers hovered just above the glowing, vine-like control panel, emerald eyes tracing patterns no one else could see. The rare quiet settled over them, fragile as spun glass.
Hadrian lounged nearby, every inch the embodiment of cool confidence. His gaze, sharp and emerald bright, flicked to Donna, who was giving him the kind of look that could slice through steel.
"Careful, Troia," he murmured, voice low and smooth like silk over steel. "You're starting to look like you want to throttle me."
Donna's eyes sparkled with fire as she met his smirk head-on. "Try me, Solaris."
Before Hadrian could offer a witty retort, a subtle chime cut through the charged silence. Heads snapped to the glowing communication panel, now blinking urgent red.
"Incoming message!" Wally announced, his boyish energy barely contained as he practically bounced on his toes.
Megan's hand moved swiftly, fingers brushing the controls with practiced ease. "On it."
The screen flickered, and the composed, synthetic face of Red Tornado filled the display, calm as always.
"Team," his voice echoed, mechanical yet measured. "Unusual energy fluctuations detected at the Happy Harbor power plant. Sensors confirm covert activity."
Neville's dark eyes narrowed, muscles tightening as his tactical mind raced through possibilities. "A power plant? That's a blackout waiting to happen."
Red Tornado continued. "Mission parameters: investigate quietly. Civilian exposure must be avoided. Collateral damage minimized. Eyes on the ground — immediately."
Hadrian stretched deliberately, a slow smile creeping across his face. "Well, looks like our 'hangout' just got a little more interesting."
Donna cracked her knuckles, the fierce gleam in her eyes igniting. "Finally. Time to show what this team can actually do."
Kara hovered nearby, cape fluttering softly as her expression sharpened. "You heard the man. Let's move."
Wally grinned, barely able to keep still. "Quietly? Right. Because blowing the roof off is so stealthy."
Megan's gaze drifted to Superboy. His jaw clenched, eyes hardening — silence thick around him — but Megan caught the flicker of steel beneath.
Robin's fingers flew over his tablet, eyes flicking upward with a crisp nod. "Plotting a stealth approach now. This'll be close quarters."
Megan flipped a switch, dimming the cabin lights as the Bio-Ship shifted course. "No making grand entrances. Making a fool of ourselves on the first day is a bad look."
Hadrian shot her a sideways glance, eyebrow raised in mock admiration. "Smooth, Megan. Real smooth."
Donna snorted. "Better than the mission briefing you mom had you write last month."
Hadrian grinned wide. "Touché."
The Bio-Ship's organic wings flexed and pulsed as the camouflage cloak flickered away like dying embers. Outside, the city lights of Happy Harbor twinkled beneath a veil of clouds.
Megan's voice dropped to a whisper, barely more than a breath. "Ready or not — here we come."
The team snapped into action.
Hadrian cracked his neck, emerald eyes burning with challenge.
Donna checked her gauntlets, a warrior's fire blazing in her gaze.
Kara's muscles coiled like a spring, posture shifting.
Wally's grin grew cocky. "Let's go mess with some bad guys."
Robin's sharp eyes scanned the data, marking entry points.
Neville sat calm but tense — a storm waiting to break.
Even Superboy, silent but resolute, moved to his station, shoulders squared as if finally embracing the team's weight.
Megan caught his eye, hope blooming quietly.
"Together," she whispered, more to herself than anyone.
And with that, the Bio-Ship surged forward — a pulse through the stars — carrying them toward the mission that would test them all.
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