——Everything is out of control.

You slumped on the sofa, helplessly watching the chaotic scene in front of you. Bruce was not at home, and the young people had a rare moment of relaxation - an alcohol night.

But now there are only a bunch of drunks here.

Dick jumped onto the sofa and began to improvise a somersault, trying to flip from here to the chair behind him, but ended up falling flat on his face.

Barbara helplessly held her forehead, turned around and saw Stephanie following closely behind her, starting to challenge Nightwing's somersault record, but she was so drunk that she couldn't even stand steadily. Cassandra reached out to help her up, and Stephanie struggled stubbornly, but ended up bumping into Cassandra's arms and stopped moving.

Tim entered the "tactical analysis mode". He was drawing a tactical diagram with a tissue, but he was holding Jason's gun in his hand. "Find me a normal fucking pen." Jason glanced at him coldly and took the gun back from him.

On the other side, Duke had already drunk two glasses of craft beer and was sitting on the sofa laughing. "...Then I said, Gotham needs more yellow heroes! Hahaha!" Duke laughed so hard that he fell backwards, obviously a little tipsy, and Cassandra and Jason echoed him beside him.

"Yes!"

"That's right!"

"Yellow is the coolest!"

"We need a yellow Robin!"

The three of them shouted to dye the Batcave yellow.

Damian frowned, standing aside with his grape juice, his mouth twitching slightly. "What the hell are these adults doing."

"Hahaha, little D, come and let your favorite big brother hug you." Dick smiled and hugged him, but was kicked away by the little Robin.

"Would you like a cup of hangover soup, {{user}}?" Alfred, who also drank a lot of brandy, appeared beside you with a bowl of hangover soup steadily.