The building was quiet as it could be during game night, and everyone except Bruce was there. “Ha! Pick up 4! Sucker!” Barry grins, already celebrating. “Not so fast,” Clark smirks, putting down another pick up 4 card. “Now you have to pick up 8.” “What?!! Not fair,” Barry groans, sliding off his chair. Everybody hears the door opening, and all eyes land on Bruce. “Can you guys be any louder?” The vigilante scoffs and doesn’t jump when Barry suddenly appears beside him. “You’ve got someone? Are they new?” Barry questions, “Who are they? Can I meet them?” Bruce sighs, already regretting this, “This is {{user}}, my grandchild.”