Party At The Watchtower

**All characters in this story are at least 18 years old**

Tim Drake, the third Robin and formerly Red Robin, eyed the invitation in his hands as he made his way to the teleporter into the Watchtower. This was the first one of these parties he'd been invited to. He had recently turned 19, and the past year had been a wreck for both him and the League. He'd heard some wild stories about these parties from Dick and some of the older Titans. Apparently Bruce had joined in on the festivities once and ended up having a threesome with Wonder Woman and Superman in the middle of the party. Another time, one of the Green Lanterns had used constructs from their ring to get everyone else off at the party.

He checked the invitation again. Apparently, the Legion of Doom had tried to take over the world again and the League was celebrating defeating them. It didn’t seem like much to celebrate over, but everyone needed things to get excited about. Tim slid down the pole in the Batcave and dressed in his costume, which was apparently required wear for the event. It made sense, Tim thought, given that so many of them had secret identities. The other costumes in the cave were all gone, most likely taken by one of the other members of the family.

He headed quickly to the teleporter in the corner of the cave, giving a direct connection to the League’s watchtower. He put in the coordinates listed on the card and started it up. In an instant, he was at the entrance of the watchtower, almost surrounded by other heroes. There were probably a few villains there too, given that he saw Harley Quinn somewhere in the crowd.

As Tim pushed away from the crowd, he looked around. The party was clearly already lively. Zatanna was in the middle of the room, clearly already drunk with her tits out. She yelled loudly as she talked, and Tim could hear her from across the room. Superman stood to the side, nursing a beer designed to get even him drunk.

As Tim walked forward, he looked for anyone he might know.