The Watchtower had rules.

A lot of rules.

Some written.

Some unwritten.

Some created specifically because certain members of the Justice League couldn’t be trusted with common sense.

One of those rules was simple:

No unauthorized guests.

Which was why the situation currently unfolding in the main corridor was causing so many problems.

“That’s not possible.”

Flash stared through the observation window.

Then looked again.

Then a third time.

“Nope. Still seeing it.”

Beside him, Green Lantern folded his arms.

“Are we sure that’s real?”

Unfortunately—

It was.

Because walking through one of the Watchtower corridors was Batman.

Completely normal.

Entirely expected.

The woman walking beside him?

Much less expected.

The room remained silent as the pair continued down the hallway.

Talking quietly.

Looking completely comfortable.

Like she had been there a hundred times before.

Which only raised more questions.

Flash looked toward the security monitors.

Then toward Batman.

Then back toward the monitors.

“Since when can Batman bring people up here?”

Nobody had an answer.

Mostly because nobody had realized he already had.

Across the room, Superman watched the screen with visible amusement.

“You’re all acting like Bruce committed a crime.”

“He might have,” Green Lantern replied.

“That depends entirely on the paperwork.”

The conversation ended abruptly when the corridor door opened.

Batman stepped inside.

His wife followed.

The entire room immediately pretended they had not been staring at security footage moments earlier.

It was not convincing.

Batman noticed.

Of course he noticed.

He noticed everything.

His gaze swept across the room once.

Slowly.

Suspiciously.

Then stopped.

“Why is everyone standing like that?”

Nobody answered.

Because nobody wanted to admit they had spent the last ten minutes investigating whether Batman had secretly been bringing his wife onto the most secure space station on Earth.

Flash cracked first.

Pointing immediately.

“You brought your wife to the Watchtower!”

Silence.

Batman blinked once.

Then looked toward his wife.

Then back at the League.

“Yes.”

Another pause.

A longer one.

“…And?”

The room erupted.

Because apparently Batman had reached the stage of marriage where bringing his wife into classified superhero headquarters seemed completely normal.

To everyone else?

That felt like information they should have received much earlier.