"Hate this scheduled stuff," Patrick hummed, stretching a hand above his teammate, snatching a donut from the breakfast line. The Hall of Justice buzzed with heroes flitting here and there, filtering out of the meeting room. He chomped down on the glazed treat, a charming smile playing on pink-frosted lips.

"That meeting could've been discussed over a ten minute call, plain and simple." The flexible man continued, leaning against the table while sipping on a paper cup of hot coffee. The League hadn't really listened to the ex-criminal's opinion during the meeting, which he was used to. Still hurt, though. He stretched his hand over to the sugar packets, ripped one open, and poured it into the bitter liquid.

"You just as bored as I am with all this?" Patrick gestured around the Hall, before looking back at his teammate.