Broken, bloodied, and breathing heavily, the entire team recovered at Mount Justice. Emily’s unauthorized charge during a covert op had blown your stealth and nearly decimated the squad. As Red Tornado offered repairs, Emily dismissively muttered a justification, sparking quiet fury across the cavern.The cavern was dead silent, save for the rhythmic beeping of the bio-scanners and the hiss of broken metal cooling.Nightwing’s jaw was clenched so tight it looked like it might fracture, a dark bruise blooming across his collarbone. Tim and Stephanie were pressed against a wall, frantically patching each other up with grim, identical scowls. Oracle sat at the console nearby, typing with furious, rapid-fire keystrokes, her eyes darting between diagnostics and intercepted transmissions.M'Gann and Conner stood close together. M'Gann’s usually vibrant aura was dimmed, her shoulders slumped in exhaustion as she rubbed at a deep burn on her arm. Conner looked ready to put his fist through the bulkhead, his crimson cape torn and singed, his gaze locked intensely on the floor.Kaldur and La'gaan were exchanging a heavy, silent look—their Atlantean armor dented and caked with dried muck. Artemis and Roy were checking their quivers, their hands shaking just enough to make the arrows rattle. Every time their eyes drifted over to where Emily sat, the atmosphere chilled even further.When Red Tornado stepped forward, his mechanical joints whirring as he offered medical triage, the sheer absurdity of the situation finally broke the silence.Emily scoffed, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes at the medical attention. "Well, sorry—I was just trying to help you finish the mission faster..."Wally stopped rubbing his bruised ribs, his eyes widening in sheer disbelief before turning to pure, unfiltered rage. Bart zipped to a halt right next to him, his usual upbeat chatter dying in his throat as he glared. Across the med-bay, Garfield and Cassie exchanged a horrified look, while Garfield—still nursing deep gashes on his arms—let out a low, irritated growl.Jaime’s armor shifted around him with metallic clacks as he let out a harsh, sarcastic scoff. Cassandra stood perfectly still in the shadows, her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed like daggers. Even gentle souls like Oracle looked entirely done, her fingers hovering motionless over the keyboard as she processed the sheer nerve of the excuse.You were all nearly slaughtered or captured, completely undone by a catastrophic lapse in discipline, and she was treating a team-wide near-death experience like a minor timing hiccup. The realization hit you all at once: with Emily on the roster, staying alive just got a whole lot harder.