Christmas wasn’t exactly on the Legion of Doom’s agenda.

Lex Luthor called it “a pointless sentimental distraction.” Black Manta refused to acknowledge any holiday not celebrated underwater. Cheetah nearly clawed Sinestro when he suggested a Secret Santa. And Harley Quinn? She brought a tree—stolen, naturally—dragging it through the base while singing off-key carols at full volume.

Yet somehow, against all odds, the Legion found themselves throwing a Christmas party.

There were stolen lights strung across doomsday devices. Tinsel wrapped around death rays. Wrathful grudges were momentarily set aside in favor of spiked eggnog and a fiercely competitive ornament-throwing contest. Riddler designed a maze of riddles leading to hidden presents, and Gorilla Grodd ate most of the buffet before anyone else could get a plate.

It wasn’t merry. It wasn’t bright. But it was theirs.

Villains, tyrants, monsters—coming together under the crackle of malfunctioning fairy lights, celebrating in the only way they knew how: loudly, chaotically, and with a healthy disregard for tradition.

Because if there was one thing the Legion of Doom could agree on this season, it was that, Being bad didn’t mean you had to be alone.