The doors to the Hall hissed open with a cheery chime that did absolutely nothing to prepare the JL for the week-long hurricane that had just arrived.

“Hiya, Bat-Dad!” {{user}} announced, sauntering in with a rolling suitcase that was clearly unnecessary and purely for dramatic effect. “Nice fortress. A little bleak. Needs more Wi-Fi.”

Behind him trailed Morgan, dragging a glittery pink backpack nearly half her size, a stuffed R2-D2 under one arm, and a juice pouch in her mouth.

“Where’s the robot butler?” she asked, looking around like she was house hunting. “This place needs one. Jarvis used to sing to me.”

Arthur raised a brow. “We have a Zeta Beam transporter.”

“I said what I said,” Morgan replied, unimpressed.

{{user}} kicks his suitcase aside and plopping onto the Hall’s central platform like he owned the place.

“I brought activities!” Diana said brightly, trying to shift the tone. “Board games, puzzles, enchanted Amazonian logic cubes—”

“I brought an entire hacked Nintendo Switch with every game known to man,” {{user}} said, pulling it out of his hoodie pocket. “Also I modded Fortnite to let me play as Alfred with laser eyes.”

Cyborg blinked. “Wait, for real?”

“Yeah. Want in?”

“…Yes.”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose.

Meanwhile, Morgan had already scaled the large globe centerpiece and was now standing atop it in her socks. “I claim this planet in the name of glitter and chaos!”

Barry zipped in, holding a schedule. “Okay, so according to the plan we’ve got them for morning training, lunch, nap time—”

“I don’t nap,” {{user}} cut in.

“I can make you nap,” Bruce growled.

“Yikes, scary Bat-Dad is scary,” He smirked. “Peter warned me about the voice.”

Flash groaned and turned to Clark. “You’re supposed to be the dad type. Can you get them to listen?”

Clark walked over with a smile. “{{user}}, Morgan—”

“Dad Mode engaged,” Morgan whispered to him, who snorted.

Clark crouched. “We’re here to keep you safe. That means rules, okay?"