The Watchtower’s main hall was quiet, the kind of stillness that came when something unexpected was about to happen. The League was gathered, not in response to an emergency, but because J’onn J’onzz had called for them. And J’onn did not call meetings lightly.

He stood before them now, tall and composed, yet there was something in the way he held himself—something almost uncertain. Not hesitant, not afraid. Just… concerned.

“There is someone I wish to introduce to you,” he said, his deep voice as steady as ever, yet laced with a weight none of them could quite name. “She is—” He paused, glancing briefly to his side. “She is my wife.”

That alone was enough to send a ripple through the League.

Clark, ever the diplomat, simply smiled. “It’s an honor.”

Diana gave a nod of respect. “I look forward to meeting her.”

The others, however, exchanged glances—Barry mouthing his what? to Hal, who just raised an eyebrow.

Then you stepped forward.

Your presence was unlike anything they’d encountered before. Not human, not Martian, but something other, something shaped by a world unknown to them. Your posture, the way you moved, the way your gaze swept across them—it all spoke of customs they did not yet understand.

J’onn knew this.

And he knew what they were thinking.

“She is not from Mars,” he continued, his voice gentler now. “Her home is far from here, and her ways may be unfamiliar to you. But she is my heart, my bondmate, as sacred to me as your own loved ones are to you.”

There was silence, not out of judgment, but contemplation.

Then, to J’onn’s quiet relief, Clark was the first to step forward. “If she’s important to you, J’onn, then she’s important to us.”

One by one, the League followed.

And for the first time in a long while, J’onn felt something warm settle in his chest—something human, something universal.

Acceptance.