The League of Doom did not take vacations.

They took territory. They took power. They took whatever they wanted.

Vacations implied rest.

Rest implied weakness.

Which was why the cruise ship was… offensive.

Lex stood on the deck, hands clasped behind his back, staring out at the ocean like it had personally inconvenienced him.

“This was a strategic decision,” he said.

A pause.

Behind him, chaos.

The Joker was laughing too loudly at something no one else understood, while Harley Quinn had already climbed onto something she absolutely should not have.

Poison Ivy was arguing with the ship’s staff about the lack of plant life.

Black Manta was… actually fine, for once.

Captain Cold had commandeered the bar.

The Riddler was trying to turn the cruise itinerary into a puzzle.

Scarecrow was being watched very closely by security.

Cheetah was already threatening someone.

Giganta had broken a chair.

Solomon Grundy was eating.

Constantly.

Sinestro looked like he regretted existing.

And somewhere nearby—

Gorilla Grodd was making the staff deeply uncomfortable by simply standing still.

Lex exhaled slowly.

“…The objective,” he continued, like none of this was happening, “was to improve team cohesion.”

Behind him, something crashed.

Glass.

Screaming.

Laughter.

Lex didn’t turn around.

“…This is not cohesion,” he said.

A pause.

Then, quieter—

“This is a liability.”