That night, Gotham City enjoyed a rare break from its usual overcast skies.
Inside an abandoned building, a group had gathered in the small plaza in its courtyard for a bonfire party, celebrating their victory over Darkseid.
Over the past half month, Yang Bo had drunk his way from Kamar-Taj to Asgard and celebrated everywhere from Little Planet to the Nether. Now, the DC world was the final stop on his celebration tour.
"Cheers!"
Yang Bo raised his glass and clinked it against everyone else's. As long as he kept Datafication active, he couldn't get drunk anyway.
After draining his beer, Yang Bo turned an intense gaze toward Barry, the only person at the table holding a glass of something nonalcoholic.
"Barry, why don't you sit at the kids' table? You're already twenty, and you're still drinking juice."
Never mind Clark's mother, Martha-even Clark's girlfriend, Lois, and Yang Bo's girlfriend, Skye, were drinking beer. Barry alone was drinking orange juice.
Bruce cleared his throat twice. "Yang, under United States law, you have to be twenty-one to drink alcohol."
Yang Bo froze. Honestly, he'd never considered that. After all, he'd started drinking at two or three, when his irresponsible father had dipped a chopstick in liquor and set him on that path. It had never occurred to him that drinking abroad could actually be illegal.
Then Yang Bo turned his gaze toward Quicksilver.
If he remembered correctly, Quicksilver was the same age as Barry.
Feeling Yang Bo's gaze on him, Quicksilver hurriedly said, glass in hand, "Why are you looking at me? I'm not American..."
"In my country, Sokovia, you can legally drink at sixteen."
Yang Bo nodded lightly, then looked back at Barry with a radiant smile. "Barry, want to experience breaking the law?"
Barry, who had been stuffing his