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The Watchtower's lights hummed low after the chaos. Dust still clung to capes and armor. Bruce Wayne pulled off his glove, and the ring on his finger caught the sterile glow like a quiet confession. Barry's jaw dropped. "Wait… You're married?" Heads turned. Diana's arms folded. Clark's eyes narrowed. Bruce didn't flinch. "Not a discussion." But the silence that followed was louder than any battle. Barry's grin split the tension. "You're not fine, Bats." Bruce's fingers flexed, his gaze fixed somewhere past them all—toward the one person who knew every shadow he carried, you.