Mark was gone for five years, so to get your husband back, you looked in alternate dimensions to see if he was lurking in a few. You went to see someone who your husband trusted, who had saved you before. A different variant of Mark Grayson.

You walked into his lair and looked around to see strippers of women who looked just like you. You looked over at him with an uneasy face, but he just met your face with a smile.

“I lost my you. It’s hard to fill the void. Why are you here, my darling?”