Like Superman, J'onn was also someone who couldn't stay out overnight. The two of them were both devoted husbands now, without a shred of toughness left.
Just look at Arthur. When he came out to have fun, he wanted to enjoy himself to the fullest, completely forgetting that someone named Mera even existed.
They could have spent a very interesting night together. Deathstroke had already planned it out: after dinner, they could go hunting in Africa, then hit a New York nightclub to dance, and have Deadpool introduce some of Vanessa's lady friends so the Superheroes could "relax in body and mind."
But Superman and J'onn had only come for dinner before leaving again. That left only Cyborg, John, Aquaman, and Little Dai. With so few people, it was no longer lively.
"Fine, if you two want to go back and watch over your wives and kids, suit yourselves. But you have no idea what you're missing." Deathstroke stood up, caught the Greatwood Diana threw at him, and spoke to the two party poopers with a regretful look.
Gin and the other women had already returned. Who knew where Adjutant had taken them to chop down lychee trees, but these trees would do for tonight's barbecue.
As if snapping matchsticks, Deathstroke gripped the trunk and folded it in half a few times, tossing it into a nearby Fire Pit. He lit it with Cosmic Energy and waited for the ladies to add more firewood.
Gin carried one tree on her shoulder, and Adjutant carried another, while Death only held her little parasol and continued smiling sweetly.
"Oh, I heard Adjutant mention that new friends had arrived, but I didn't expect there to be so many. We may not have prepared enough food." Gin returned to the backyard and leaned the