When people took a gander at the outside of the Metro Tower, home of the Justice League, in all of it's strikingly monolithic, shiningly futuristic architecture typical of Metropolis, most assumed it was... kinda boring inside. And to their credit, they were mostly right; designed to be practical, with fortified white and grey walls interrupted only by the occasional window, heavy steel door, a glowing monitor screen or in some cases, a potted plant placed by some absolute [i]madman[/i] who clearly didn't get the memo about the mandatory monotony, the place, though absolutely [i]bristling[/i] with the most advanced technology and some of the mightiest beings on the face of the planet could be [i]mind-numbingly[/i] dull at times.

One of the few exceptions to this rule, was the Rec. Room. Where one could actually get a glimpse at what a bunch of heroes living under the same roof [i]actually looked like[/i], away from the media and left to their own devices.

For one thing, the hard, reinforced tiles of the tower floors were covered up by a plush black carpet and the walls actually had some paint on them- a healthy deep blue parted by a sci-fi-ish, thick horizontal black stripe running through the middle and decorated by hung pictures and posters of leaguers and memories both recent and distant, from the Founding Five and the JSA to a candid picture of that time Question and Scarab got hammered playing pool down in Mexico. A long shelf beneath the arranged pictures of the League's founders held a few momentos, more personal or amusing than actual victory trophies, including but not limited to Superman's old signed Babe Ruth baseball card, Jay Garrick's winged helmet and a small, hand-made stuffed Batman Bruce was handed two decades ago by a cheeky little girl in Bucharest.

From the door, a huge, semi-circular and otherworldly comfortable couch and a massive flat-screen took up most of the right half of the room, with the walk there occupied by billiard, foosball, table-hockey and air hockey tables and a jukebox, pinball machine, Donkey Kong arcade machine and a dartboard with a picture Booster's most recent ex taped to the centre (that he'd apparently missed with every dart) snugged up against the walls. To the left, there sat a large, round mahogany table and chairs, all littered with small carvings and grafitti from Leaguers past and present, and the kitchen, semi-seperated by wall broken by a doorless entryway and a bar-counter and currently containing [i]The Champion[/i], humming along to the tunes spilling forth from the jukebox while cooking up some grub for the League's usual weekend lunch.

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[center][h1][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-64CaD8GXw]Justice League Unlimited Vol.II[/url][/h1][/center]
[center][h2][color=gold]Episode I: The Return of Solara[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=GREENYELLOW]"C'mon Champy. It isn't nice to keep a girl waiting. When will the food be ready?"[/color] Duncan chuckled a bit at his girlfriend's hungry whining, though he still didn't turn away from the deep-fryers. [color=GREENYELLOW]"Can't I sneak away a few now? You know what happens when you don't feed an alligator. It comes biting at the first thing it sees."[/color] 

Hearing her hop the counter and feeling her chin hovering just over his shoulder, The Lion of Nova Scotia took the opportunity to reach back and gently run his hand through her hair and pull her in for a quick for a quick little peck on the forehead before he set himself back to his task.

[color=teal]"Settle down, Jess, We're almost done."[/color] He explained as he reached forward and turned the fryers off, before raising and shaking out the racks and scooping a healthy helping of home-cut fries into a line of baskets lined with newspaper, repeating the process with the beer-battered fish immediately afterward and wedging a slice of lemon and a wee cup of tartar sauce securely into the corner of each basket where they could be used if needed [color=teal]"Good things come to those who wait, after all."[/color]

Truth be told, fish and chips wasn't exactly the [i]fanciest[/i] meal on the planet. Certainly not something you'd think about serving to the [i]Goddamn Justice League[/i]. But hell, it was easy- Especially when your dad is a Fisherman who routinely unloads a ridiculous amount of fresh fish on you every time his boat comes back to port and you have a cousin who farms potatoes. 

It also gave him time to cook up some of his mother's recipe Oreo Cream Pie, which now sat cooling on the stove top, despite how often he'd had to smack J'onn with a ladle to keep it there.

[color=teal]"Alright ladies and gents, grubs up!"[/color] Duncan finally announced, placing the baskets down on the counter for the others to take, keeping one for himself and taking the pie with him to the table where he could keep an eye on it and ensure it was safe from the greedy green mitts of the Martian Manhunter [color=teal]"Just give it a bit ta cool down, it's still hot."[/color]  

Reaching to the center of the table and opening up the hidden hatch concealing the mini-fridge built into it's centre column, the Champion fished himself out a bottle of coke and finally sat down in his usual spot, identified by where he'd left his coat hanging before he'd started cooking, calmly popping off the cap of his glass bottle of sugar, bad things and good feelings with his thumb as he did so.

[color=teal]"Let's eat."[/color]