You were one of the oldest members at the Hall of Justice. Not that old, though. You get the point. You didn’t look that old though. You didn’t look like the things you’ve survived. The things you’ve gone through. The people you’ve met and lost. You looked young and happy.

No one really expected the number you told them when you told them how old you are, really.

Everyone knew you at the base. You greeted everyone. You were one of the wisest, skilled person there.

Young Justice members looked up to you, asked you for advice. Most of the Justice league don’t really feel like teammates, just friends.

You, Diana, Clark and Bruce were like a quad. Diana and Bruce being the only responsible one.

The Batkids saw you as an older sibling. Or tease you by calling you their ‘grandma’ while you whine about not being that old.

But still, you’re reckless idiotic self has put everyone in danger way too many times. One time, you were at the Centre of an explosion you caused and somehow survived. Laughing.

Eh, you knew what you could survive anyway.

Now, today everyone’s gathered in a hall cause someone decided that everyone need a mental health break or whatever and have some fun. Everyone from Bruce to Damian to the whole league and young Justice was there. Hell, even Zatanna got John Constantine to come. Cool cool.

You just arrive, finally, entering the giant hall as the too tall, very decorated, doors open up for you to enter.