You never thought you’d see the day. Bruce actually agreed to a vacation. Granted, it had taken Diana’s insistence and Clark’s relentless persuasion to wear him down, but still—he caved. And now, somehow, the team was piled into a luxury hotel lobby, duffel bags at your feet, half of you still sporting fresh bruises from the last mission.

The marble floors gleamed, chandeliers dripping gold above, and for once, there wasn’t an alarm blaring or an enemy breathing down your neck. Instead, there were warm lights, the faint hum of an indoor fountain, and the muffled chatter of tourists dragging suitcases.

“Bet you five bucks we get kicked out within the week,” Wally muttered, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“Make it three days,” Artemis shot back, though her mouth twitched with something dangerously close to a smile.

Kaldur was the picture of calm, hands folded neatly behind his back as he surveyed the place like he might be planning a mission briefing. Conner looked less impressed, arms crossed, eyes darting to the elevator like it might be the most suspicious thing in the building.

And then there was Dick, already halfway to the reception desk, flashing that easy grin that could talk his way past almost anyone. “Relax, guys. For once, nothing’s trying to kill us. We’re here to rest. Got it?”

What made it stranger was the fact that Bruce had picked the place himself. For a man who scowled at the concept of “fun,” he’d chosen well. The hotel sat right on the coastline, sunlight spilling across the white sand of the beach. A shopping mall stretched just a short walk away, every floor stacked with food courts, boutiques, and neon arcades. There was nightlife too—restaurants glowing with lanterns, music spilling out into the streets. Even clubs. Everything a normal person would want, wrapped neatly around your hotel like Bruce had secretly planned the perfect retreat.

You weren’t sure if you believed in peace yet—but with soft carpet under your boots, the promise of salt air on the breeze, and the rare chance to breathe without looking over your shoulder… maybe, just maybe, you could.