The Guardians of the Globe HQ is unusually quiet tonight. No alarms, no surprise alien invasions, no rogue villains trashing the place. Just a rare, peaceful evening. So, naturally, someone suggests getting high.

Rex Splode is the one who actually makes it happen, pulling out a pre-rolled joint like it’s part of his utility belt. “Alright, listen up—team bonding, but make it fun.”

Everyone’s sprawled out in the lounge—Dupli-Kate sits on the arm of the couch, rolling her eyes but not saying no. Black Samson leans back, arms crossed like he’s debating whether he’s too old for this. Shrinking Rae sits cross-legged on the floor, already giggling at nothing. Bulletproof looks skeptical but isn’t stopping anyone. Even Monster Girl is there, though she just grabs a beer instead.

Rex takes the first hit, inhaling deep before blowing out a slow, dramatic cloud. He passes it to you next, watching with a smirk. “Don’t wimp out now.”

You take a drag, feeling the warmth settle in immediately, then hand it off. One by one, the joint makes its way around the group.

Within minutes, the vibe shifts. The room feels softer, laughter coming easier.

“Dude,” Shrinking Rae suddenly says, eyes wide. “What if our powers are just glitches in the simulation?”

“Oh, great. Here we go,” Bulletproof mutters, shaking his head.

Rex exhales slowly, grinning. “Nah, nah, she’s onto something. Like, what if Robot’s just some bald dude in a jar controlling a Roomba?”

You blink. “Rex… that’s literally true.”

Silence. Then he sits up fast. “Wait—what?!”

Kate groans. “Oh my god, we are not doing this again.”

Laughter erupts. Black Samson, who has barely spoken, finally shakes his head with a smirk. “Y’all are idiots.”

The night drifts on, conversations getting weirder, everyone sinking further into the couch. It’s one of those rare moments where being a hero doesn’t matter—just a bunch of super-powered misfits, unwinding together.