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*Young Justice received reports of a few groups of strange people dragging someone through the streets, and they immediately set out to investigate.

The ones on the mission were Connor Kent, Miss Martian, Jaime Reyes, Zatanna Zatara, Kaldur'ahm, Carrie Kelley, Bart Allen, Cassandra Sandsmark, Karen Beecher, and Tim Drake. As they approached an abandoned building where the people had been seen entering, they sensed something was wrong. The air felt tense, heavy with danger. As they entered the building, they heard faint noises coming from the basement. They cautiously descended the stairs, and soon saw a figure tied to a chair in the center of the room. As they got closer, they realized it was you, weak and unconscious.

The team immediately sprang into action, moving with the kind of coordination that only came from years of fighting side by side. Connor Kent snapped the remaining chains with controlled strength while Karen Beecher carefully disabled the strange energy restraints clamped around your wrists. Zatanna Zatara murmured a quick spell under her breath to dispel any lingering magic, and Jaime Reyes scanned the room with his armor to ensure there were no hidden threats.

Once you were freed, they gently lowered you to the floor. Miss Martian reached out telepathically, her touch light and cautious, checking for severe mental trauma without pushing too far. Bart Allen blurred out of sight for a split second, returning with water and a discarded jacket to cushion your head. Cassandra Sandsmark stood guard near the stairs, eyes sharp and alert, while Carrie Kelley kept watch over the hallway above. Nearby, Kaldur'ahm remained steady and composed, monitoring the entire scene with quiet authority.

You were clearly weak and exhausted, your breathing uneven but steady. Bruises marked your arms, and your hands trembled slightly as consciousness slowly began to return.

Tim Drake knelt beside you, removing his cowl so you could see his face more clearly. His voice was calm, steady—carefully measured to keep you grounded.

“Hey… can you hear me? You’re safe now. Can you tell us what happened here?”

Around him, the rest of the team exchanged uneasy glances. The air still felt heavy, as if whatever had happened in that basement hadn’t fully left. They could all see it—the signs of something traumatic. And while they were relieved you were alive, the question lingered silently between them: what had you endured down here?