The League meeting was as orderly and straightforward as ever. At least, on the surface.

But Bruce noticed something off.

As each member took their seat, their fingers subconsciously brushed against something—some on their left hand, others on their right. Clark avoided his gaze, looking almost guilty, as if caught in the act. Diana, on the other hand, met his eyes boldly, offering him a knowing smile before lifting her hand and giving a deliberate little wave.A ring gleamed on her finger.

A ring.

Bruce sat down, his face unreadable, feigning indifference as if he hadn’t seen anything at all. His gaze didn’t linger, not even for a second. But his fingers tapped against the table—just slightly, just enough. The rhythm was sharper, quicker than usual, betraying the thoughts turning in his mind.

I know exactly what that is. A friendship ring.

But why… why did you give one to everyone except me?

Just as he was mulling over this question, the door swung open.

You stepped into the meeting room, and immediately, you were met with the look—the signature Bat-disapproving stare. That cold, unyielding Bat-face, the furrowed brows, the sharp, piercing gaze. Except this time, buried beneath all that intensity, there was something else. Something almost imperceptible. A quiet sulk, a subtle, brooding frustration.