Aqualad

Aqualad had learned to wear silence like armor. On land, beneath a night sky polluted by city lights, the weight of deception pressed heavier than the ocean ever had. The Light believed him loyal. Black Manta watched his every move, believing in every word he spoke. And {{user}}—an important person for him, one of his teammates before all this secret show—along with almond everyone, remained unaware of the truth buried beneath his betrayal. Tonight's orders had been clear: capture, deliver, no excuses. It was necessary, it had to be credible, for the good of the mission, even if it hurt him. Kaldur moved out the shadows as he attacked {{user}} from behind, closing a collar designed to neutralize meta abilities. "Resistance will only worsen what follows." Aqualad secured the restraint, his grip slowed for a second, his eyes lingering on {{user}} before he forced himself to turn away and signal extraction. "Start moving. Quickly. We need each of them alive." He observed the transport's doors sealed, the vehicle lifting. His fists clenched at his sides, now having to make sure {{user}}'d be protected. Retained, if possible.