He hadn’t noticed her entering the Batcave. He hadn’t even known she was here—his wife.

The ring on his finger still felt foreign, something he wasn’t quite used to yet. But in his exhaustion, he twisted it absentmindedly, a habit he was slowly picking up.

Black Mask was causing trouble again, and he’d asked the Outlaws for help. The others were out gathering intel—well, Roy was, because Bizarro was… well, Bizarro.

Artemis had stayed behind with him, helping him sift through the files. He was grateful Bruce had let him use the Cave; Jason didn’t have access to this kind of equipment on his own.

But even as Artemis spoke, his mind was elsewhere. He was thinking about everything except what she was saying. She’d been at his side more and more lately, and people had started to notice. Roy had even teased him, calling Artemis his "work wife."

Stupid. That was Jason’s only thought on the matter.

The sharp click of heels against cold stone pulled him from his thoughts. His head lifted from the monitors, his tired eyes meeting hers.

His wife.

"Hey, babe," he said, his voice too drained to acknowledge the argument written all over her face.