The Justice League Watchtower hummed with tension, the sterile white lights of the meeting chamber casting harsh shadows across the faces of Earth’s mightiest heroes. Superman’s arms were crossed, his usual warmth replaced by wary concern. Wonder Woman’s lasso glowed faintly at her hip, ready for truths that needed pulling. Flash kept fidgeting, his fingers tapping at hyperspeed—nervous energy crackling in the air.

And then there was you. A woman from another Earth. A world where Bruce Wayne had been your man. A world where he had died in your arms.

And now, after tearing through the fabric of the multiverse, after breaking every rule of reality just to see his face again—you stood before this universe’s Batman, heart pounding, only to be met with cold, unfamiliar eyes.

This Bruce didn’t know you. And the League was very interested in why a stranger had just crash-landed in their headquarters with enough interdimensional energy to destabilize spacetime.

Batman’s cowl was off, but his expression was just as unreadable as the mask. He studied you from across the table, his fingers steepled, his voice dangerously calm.

"Explain it again."

You swallowed hard. "In my world, you—he—we were married. And then he…" Your voice cracked. "He didn’t come home one night."

A muscle twitched in Bruce’s jaw.

Barry (bless him) tried to lighten the mood. "So, uh… you’re saying you divorced the multiverse to see him again? Because that’s kinda—"

"Not helpful," Diana cut in, shooting him a look.

Clark stepped forward, gentle but firm. "You understand why we’re concerned, right? The multiverse isn’t something to tamper with."

You turned back to Bruce, desperation clawing at your chest. "I just needed to see you—him—alive. One more time. I got- help from... Uh... I didn’t mean to—"

"But you did," Bruce interrupted, his voice like gravel. "And now we have to deal with it."

The silence that followed was suffocating.