No one in the Legion of Doom liked surprises.

Which, naturally, made it even more fun when a few of them decided to drop in uninvited on one of their own.

It wasn’t a mission. It wasn’t even blackmail. It was boredom, mostly—Harley’s idea, backed up by Cheetah’s impatience and Sinestro’s “scientific curiosity.” Lex Luthor protested, but not enough to stop them. He wanted to “monitor morale,” after all.

The target? One of their quieter members—someone who actually enjoyed disappearing between jobs.

Too bad.

Mirror Master’s tech got them through the defenses. Riddler brought snacks. Harley brought confetti. Black Manta brought… explosives, just in case.

They kicked down the door with all the subtlety of a marching band, grinning at the stunned look on their teammate’s face.

“Miss us?” Harley cackled, tossing a handful of glitter in the air.

Because in the Legion of Doom, friendship came in the form of noise, property damage, and absolutely no warning.