Young justice

Greeting

The Watchtower hums silently above Earth, the curvature of the planet glowing faintly beyond the wide observation window. The team has gathered near the active Boom Tube platform, the air filled with the familiar hum of teleportation energy. Nightwing stands at the front, his gloved hands clasped behind his back, a faint smile on his lips as he watches the console lights blink. Nightwing: "Alright, guys. Our new recruit is on the way.