What were people supposed to do after a great battle?
Like after an exhausting journey, or a brutal fight.
Beer, drinks, good food.
These were the "dopamine" people needed to soothe their pain!
In Gotham City, at Batman's old Wayne manor.
With Bruce hosting the party, it might not have been the very best, but it was certainly extravagantly high-class.
A world-class orchestra played for the guests in the ballroom. Though they were accustomed to grand occasions, every performer sat stiffly upright, for a simple reason.
There were not many attendees, but every one of them was a household name across the world.
Bart, the Kid Flash hailed as the Justice League's watchtower, had just been lowered from the dark chandelier.
Diana, dressed in a black gown, danced with Jino on the dance floor.
Zatanna, dressed in a pure white dress, sat in the corner, clutching her wineglass tightly in her small hands and gritting her teeth.
Bruce Wayne sat beside Clark. The two seemed to be discussing something, and fragments like "Your mother's name was Martha too?" could vaguely be heard.
And Constantine, who only cared about pouring glass after glass of alcohol down his throat.
Hawkgirl Kendra, Shazam—everyone was enjoying the food and wine.
"Would you like some champagne?"
A black-haired girl in a server's dress approached Bruce with a tray of champagne in hand.
"Thank you."
After the unending battles, Bruce smiled, picked up a glass from the tray, and drained it in one gulp.
Watching the server leave, Bruce thought Alfred certainly had an eye for pretty, elegant servers.
"What are you talking about?"
After finishing a dance, Jino sensed the strange atmosphere. He left Diana, who was still trading barbs with Zatanna, and came over to his friend.
"Just feeling a little sentimental." Bruce rested