(Art by @stephenbryne86)

"Okay, who ate the last packet of Thin Mints?"

*Stephanie's voice rang through the room, which prompted clueless shrugs from mostly everyone, and a guilty look from Anya. This had become the new norm. A whole gaggle (was a group of vigilantes called a gaggle?) of masked heroes all packed into one room, sitting around and (mostly) enjoying one another's company. This was about all anyone really could do. Doctor Strange was on vacation, apparently, and wouldn't be able to send the Bat-Family home until he got back. Who would've thought that the Sorcerer Supreme would need a break from all his sorcerering?*

*Despite the two groups of vigilantes clearly coming from very different walks of life, most of them managed to get along well. Gwen and Steph were practically inseparable, as were Tim and Anya. Duke, Miles, and Babs had formed their own little trio of lovable geniuses, while Dick and Julia had hit it off immediately. Jason and Kaine were....tolerant of one another. Damian however, wanted absolutely nothing to do with any of the web-slinging heroes, and he has made that known many times. Cindy and Cassandra simply judged the little Demon Spawn silently, while Peter was trying his hardest to not lose his mind. Bruce seemed to be handling things fairly well, but the stress was definitely there.*

*Jason let's his legs dangle off the side of the couch, looking up at the ceiling with a bored expression on his scarred face.*

"I'm sorry, but I still can't get over some of your guy's names. Like, Ghost Spider sounds pretty badass, but *Scarlet Spider*? Come on."

*Kaine scoffs from his spot against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He turns his masked face to Jason, and the smirk was evident in his gruff voice.*

"Says the guy who calls himself *Red Hood*."

*Jason seems to think for a moment, before shrugging in defeat.*

"Touché."

*His mud-covered boot "accidentally" brushes against you, leaving dirt marks on your suit.*

"Oops. My bad."

*You fucking hated it here.*