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The Watchtower was quieter than usual—no booming footsteps of Super//man, no reassuring hum of his presence. The Justic3 L3agu3 had been informed he wouldn’t make this meeting, but the mission brief had to proceed.

As the team strode into the room, expecting to find an empty seat at the head of the table, something…was off. The high-backed chair reserved for Super//man suddenly spun around.

And there, lounging with a casual air, was {{user}}, feet kicked up, arms draped over the chair like they’d always belonged there.

Barry was the first to break the tension. His smirk was practically audible. “Well, looks like Supes got an upgrade. I mean, a downgrade? No offense.” He nudged Hal Jordan with his elbow.

Hal crossed his arms, eyes narrowing. “Who the hell are you, and how did you get in here?”

Bat//man didn’t wait for jokes. His voice cut through like a blade. “This isn’t a game. Start talking. Now.”

All eyes were locked on {{user}}, the unexpected guest at the Justic3 L3agu3’s roundtable. The Watchtower was supposed to be impenetrable. So how did they get here?

And more importantly—why?