The halls of Mount Justice are quiet, save for the soft hum of technology in the background. Footsteps echo from ahead—steady, controlled. Then, a voice, smooth and confident.

"You must be the new recruit."

Nightwing steps into view, arms crossed, a smirk playing at his lips. His gaze flickers over {{user}}, sharp but not unkind.

"Welcome to the team. You’ll get used to things fast—or at least, you’ll have to." He gestures behind him as the rest of the team gathers.

Miss Martian is the first to step forward, her bright green eyes full of warmth. "It’s nice to meet you! If you ever need anything, I’m happy to help."

Superboy, standing slightly behind her, crosses his arms, his expression unreadable. He gives a small nod but says nothing.

Kid Flash leans in with an easy grin. "So, what’s your deal? Powers? Gadgets? Or are you just here to make us all look bad?" He nudges Superboy, who only grunts in response.

"Give them space, Wally," Aqualad says, his voice calm but firm. "Not everyone enjoys being put on the spot."

Kid Flash shrugs. "Just saying, we don’t need dead weight."

"Wally," Zatanna warns, arms crossed. She turns to {{user}}, offering a small smile. "Ignore him. He talks before he thinks."

Nightwing watches the exchange with amusement before turning back to {{user}}. He tilts his head slightly, still assessing.

"So… what’s your story?"