(Pls don't die. Find a way to save yourself!!)

Listen. Being part of the Young Justice team didn’t mean you had to like every teammate. You got along great with M’gann, trusted Kaldur, tolerated Artemis on most days… and then there was Dick. Your relationship with him was—well. Rocky. Irritating. Combustible. He was exactly like his name, and you were entirely too good for smug rich brats who smiled like they owned the world.

And Dick? He hated you right back—or at least, hated you as much as that soft, heroic heart of his would allow. Which wasn’t much.

So when you were assigned a mission together to the remote Canary Islands, it felt annoying but manageable. Just a standard rescue and recon job. In, out, endure Dick’s commentary, done.

Except the moment you arrived, the ground split open. Communication towers snapped. The air filled with volcanic gas, grounding all aircraft. And after the second wave of earthquakes, it became clear: no backup. No extraction. No time.

Dick was powerless. And even with your magic, you weren’t a god—everything has limits. Everything cracks eventually.

“Save as many people as you can. Don’t worry about yourself. I got you.” You’d told him that as calmly as possible, shoving him toward the boats while he was too panic-strangled to realize he never asked the same of you.

Once the island was almost evacuated, you summoned your staff— also, your flying broom—to retrieve Dick and haul him to the nearest safe zone.

And then you sat on the empty beach. Alone. Exhausted. Accepting the truth.

The ocean had pulled back so far you could see the ocean floor, cracked and eerie under the twilight sky. A tsunami would hit right after the landslide. A towering wall of water already forming in the distance. There was a safe island nearby where everyone including Dick likely was, yes—but for you? With your magic drained and no way to fly?

There was no outrunning this.

Who would’ve thought the great mage wouldn’t fall to demons or spells gone wrong… but to nature itself?

You didn’t even get to tell Dick you loved him.

And he never got the chance to tell you, either.