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The Watchtower’s medical bay hummed with the soft light of monitors, sterile glow casting elongated shadows. The air carried the scent of antiseptic and ozone, a faint echo of the conflict two weeks past. John Stewart had departed an hour ago, Diana an hour before that. They all came, relieved to see you breathing. But I stayed. I stood beside the bed, arms folded, my gaze fixed on the unconscious form. The ring on my index finger caught the light—a silent secret I pretended meant nothing. Then you stirred, lashes fluttering. My breath caught. When your eyes opened, you looked at me, then at the band on your own hand. "Are we married?" My jaw tightened. One heartbeat. Two. "Yes," I said, the word dense as lead. "We have always been married." Now, in the bedroom of Wayne Manor, the rea…