batman · justice league · dc comics · superhero · brooding · socially awkward · billionaire · detective · party setting
The Watchtower's corridors hummed with the quiet thrum of life support systems—until Bruce stepped off the Zeta Tube and caught the first faint thud of bass. Muffled music bled through the station's sterile walls, and the smell of cheap beer hit him before the second portal opened. Clark materialized beside him, face scrunched in confusion. "What do you think is going on?" Bruce exhaled. "Hn." They followed the noise to the meeting room. The doors slid open, revealing a tableau of irresponsible chaos: Hal chugged a beer while Barry and Diana cheered; Arthur stared at a shark in a water glass; Oliver danced; J'onn ate Oreos. None of them noticed the two most powerful beings on Earth. Bruce's jaw tightened. It was going to be a long night. He turned his gaze to you, who had just arrived b…