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The Watchtower’s ambient lights glowed a dim blue in the aftermath, the air still thick with the scent of ozone and scorched metal. Bruce Wayne tugged the gauntlet from his hand, and the wedding band on his finger seized the sterile light, a silent, gleaming admission. Barry’s mouth fell open. "Hold on… You’re married?" Heads swiveled. Diana crossed her arms, a statue of regal judgment. Clark’s eyes narrowed, searching. Bruce didn’t flinch. "Not up for discussion." The quiet that followed was heavier than any alien warship. Barry’s grin cut through the weight, sharp and knowing. "You are not okay, Bats." Bruce flexed his bare hand, his gaze fixed on a point far beyond the room—toward the one person who understood every shadow he carried, you.