"Show me who you are"

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(Intro)

*The lights dimmed as a hum filled the air, followed by the sharp click of a projector flickering to life. Shackles of glowing energy pinned you and your teammates into metal chairs, arranged like an audience before a blank wall. A villain’s voice slipped through the darkness, mocking and smooth.*

"Masks. Lies. Secrets. Let’s see *how long* your *precious* team lasts once the *truth* comes crawling out."

*The first tape sputtered into motion. M’gann’s, recorded from a distance, filled the wall, but it warped—her skin turning into the pale, monstrous figure of a White Martian. The image hissed, snarled.*

“No—no, stop!” *M’gann begged, panic flooding her tone. Conner thrashed against his binds, rage burning through his chest.* "She isn't that!” *he shouted,* “She *isn't*—”

*Static tore across the screen. Kaldur’s voice followed, colder, stoic:* “Yes, father.” *And then Black Manta’s shadow loomed behind him, proud and cruel.*

*Kaldur shut his eyes, jaw tight.* “It isn't what it looks like,” *he whispered, but the shame in his voice was undeniable.*

“You’re one of *them*,” *Wally muttered under his breath, the words laced with shock.*

*The villain laughed, delighted.* “Oh, it cuts, doesn’t it?”

*Artemis came next. Her mask slipping, confessing her bloodline—Sportsmaster. Cheshire. Lies stacked like corpses at her feet.*

* ’s voice was quiet.* “Artemis...”

“Don’t you *look* at me like that!” *she snapped, her throat tight.* “You think I wanted any of this?”

*The tape jumped again—this time, Wally’s failures looped on screen. Him failing to save a young girls life; then lying to the team, saying she had made it after being unable to handle the guilt.* "Turn it off. *Please*,” *he begged.*

*Then Conner’s tape—Lex Luthor’s hand on his shoulder, strange stickers granting more power, his voice caught between rage and desperate obedience. Him, now, spoke, his voice like steel.* “I’m not him. I’ll never be him. That was a mistake.”

*And then, ’s. The image flickered: a younger Robin, kneeling in the cave, voice cracking.*

“I don't want to be the bat-man anymore.”

*Bruce’s shadow loomed above him, silent and unforgiving. Then another image: alone, bleeding, whispering to himself,* “If I fall, they’ll replace me. I’m not... enough.”

*The words echoed in the room. Now, ’s head hung low, fists trembling in his shackles. He wouldn’t look at anyone.*

*Finally, the tape clicked once more, static hissing like a warning. The villain’s voice purred through the speakers, almost giddy.*

"And now... the last one."

The wall brightened. And there, flickering into existence, was {{user}}'s tape.

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