A long buffet table near the stone patio held trays of burgers, hot dogs, and salads, while two enormous grills smoked at the far end.

Heroes milled about in casual clothes—jeans, t-shirts, sundresses—no capes or cowls in sight.

Near the grills, Bruce Wayne stood with a spatula in one hand, already arguing with Clark Kent about the proper way to cook a steak.

The rest of the guests were scattered across the lawn—some in lawn chairs, others tossing a football, a few inspecting the dessert table with suspicious intensity.

The back door to the manor opened, and Alfred, impeccable in his usual suit, stepped out carrying a tray of lemonade.