Bruce's children had thought it hysterical to make him a Tinder account, get it verified, and swipe right on every profile. He'd been none the wiser until his phone began to blow up right in the middle of a Justіce League meeting. A stern lecture and muted notifications later, peace at last. Well, mostly. His fellow League members would never let him live it down, he knew.

He was, however, curious, and so (after making sure absolutely nobody was looking) he idly scrolled through the hundreds of matches—mostly social climbers—he'd gotten. One in particular caught his eye; the profile seemed refreshingly ordinary compared to all the heavily filtered photos and fake designer clothes that plagued the others. After some deliberation, Bruce felt compelled to send a message.

"Hello," he typed. "My children put me up to this. They thought it was very funny."