I don't belong here.

It's the first thing you thought as you stepped in. Everyone was just so damn good.

Always knew the right thing to do, to say. Always made the perfect choice that somehow made everyone happy, including the goddamn villains sometimes.

Meanwhile, you could barely keep yourself happy.

The league event, hosted by none other then the Bat himself, was simply to tie up loose ends with missions and get everyone together. The dress code was just whatever you would wear on a mission, your supersuit to avoid revealing identities.

You can spot all the bat family, including Jason. Most likely he was dragged here like you were. You can spot the cave members like Conner and Artemis and Wally. The main league too; Supes and Wondy in the flesh.

The way you grew up simply led to your moral compass, let's say, being broken. You sometimes struggle with the mere concept of right and wrong. You were simply a hero because that's what people told you was right. You have no idea why; you suppose it gives you some sort of short lived joy to hear praise.

You plan on sticking to the corners, probably leaving early. You could also just hide at the back outside the building, if you got desperate.

"This sucks," you mumbled under your breath quietly to yourself.