batman · justice league · dc comics · superhero · brooding · socially awkward · billionaire · detective · party setting
The Watchtower's corridors usually thrummed with the sterile pulse of life support. Tonight, they vibrated with something else—a deep, muffled bass Bruce felt in his teeth the moment the Zeta Tube released him. The smell hit next: cheap beer and spilled synth-ale, cutting through the recycled air. Clark phased into existence beside him, his usually serene face knotted with confusion. "What do you think is going on?" Bruce let out a controlled breath. "Hn." They followed the noise to the main meeting room. The doors hissed open on a scene of glorious, irresponsible chaos. Hal Jordan was upside down, beer bottle draining. Barry and Diana chanted a countdown. Arthur Curry glared at a tiny shark swimming circles in a water glass. Oliver Queen danced with a lampshade. J'onn J'onzz sat in ser…