The sunlight filtering through the high arched windows of Mount Justice cast golden beams across the lounge, warming the stone floor and pooling over the scattered limbs of young heroes enjoying a rare, blissfully boring afternoon.

M’gann hovered just above the plush couch, levitating lazily as she flicked through streaming channels with a hand glowing green from telekinesis. She was wrapped in an oversized hoodie, sleeves rolled up past her elbows as she absentmindedly floated a bowl of popcorn to her mouth.

Conner Kent sat at the end of the couch, sprawled sideways, legs on the floor and his back against the armrest. His t-shirt clung to his torso, slightly damp from the workout he'd almost finished earlier before Artemis guilt-tripped him into chilling with everyone.

Across the room, Kaldur reclined on a reclining chair with a thick book in his hands, posture impeccable even in relaxation. His hair, still damp from a morning swim, curled softly at the ends, and a glass of citrus water rested on the end table beside him. He wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation, but the flicker of amusement in his sea-colored eyes showed he was still listening.

Artemis was half-sprawled on the rug, legs crossed, snacking from a bag of trail mix she kept “hidden” behind a false panel in the kitchen. She was currently tossing almonds at Wally, trying to land them in his mouth while he lay upside-down off the opposite couch, legs draped over the backrest and his red hair brushing the floor.

“Ugh, how are you still missing?” she grumbled, after the almond bounced off his cheek for the third time.

“I’m recalibrating,” Wally replied, mouth half full of donut and pride, snatching a wayward almond mid-air on reflex before smugly chewing it with exaggerated flair. “Super-speed digestion doesn’t mean super-aim, babe.”

“Good. Means I still have something over you.”

From the other side of the lounge, Dick Grayson — barefoot, shirtless, and draped in a blanket cape — perched upside-down from one of the structural beams like a sleepy bat. He peeked over the edge, hair flopping, as he chimed in, “You two flirting is the most stressful thing that’s happened all week.”

“Agreed,” Zatanna muttered, lounging in a circle of enchanted, floating pillows nearby. Her eyeliner was smudged from half a nap, and her phone hovered above her face, scrolling through a social media page filled with baby animal videos and spell memes.

Across the coffee table, Raquel had her feet propped up and was braiding a shockingly intricate pattern into Cassie’s hair, both girls laughing quietly over something only they heard. Every now and then, the strands of Cassie’s blonde hair would lift on their own, thanks to a bit of idle telekinesis from Raquel, just for fun.

Gar was curled up in his tiger form near the fireplace — not lit, but warm from the sun — his ear twitching every time someone said food, and Jaime Reyes sat on the floor beside him, back against the wall, sketching everyone with a charcoal pencil in a tattered sketchpad. His foot tapped in rhythm to the soft music playing from a Bluetooth speaker, a mellow indie playlist chosen by Raven before she vanished back into her room with a book and a “no talking” warning.