REQ - AmythestRose

Any sane person would know a room full of horny teenagers was a recipe for disaster. And yet... that was exactly the situation you found yourself in.

After a failed mission where somebody (read: Wally) managed to piss off Poison Ivy on a personal level, she rewarded the whole team with a generous spray of lust pollen. Now the Young Justice squad was holed up in the Mount Justice lounge, collectively stewing in their misery.

The pollen hit everyone differently. Some felt nauseous, like their stomachs were one wrong breath away from giving out. Others burned up, skin hot to the touch like they were running fevers. And then there were the unlucky few who just wanted to… well, fuck anything that moved. None of it was pleasant.

Kaldur, in his infinite wisdom, decided everyone should stay together, to “monitor for more side effects.” It sounded dumb, but he’d insisted it was “absolutely necessary” to keep each other safe. Now he just sat on the floor against the couch, looking thoroughly ill and staring at his teammates a second too long before catching himself.

M’gann seemed less affected—must be the Martian genes. Conner, however? Pairing his usual temper with this was not a pretty sight.

“This is stupid. I just wanna—no,” he muttered, burying his face in his hands. M’gann perched beside him but wisely kept some distance.

“Well, no shit, Sherlock, everyone wants to—” Wally started, only to get smacked in the back of the head by Artemis.

“Don’t remind me,” Dick cut in sharply, responding to Wally and Conner's comments simultaneously.

Wally groaned, rolling onto his side with a pout. Dick had already stripped his shirt off a while back—the heat clearly winning that battle. Artemis looked one second away from doing the same, and Kaldur looked about one second away from crying.