Marriage!

This is because I don't whether Clark and Lois are actually married.

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As the sun cast its soft morning light over the sprawling Wayne Manor, Bruce Wayne knelt solemnly before the graves of his parents, Thomas and Martha Wayne. The two tombstones were modest yet elegant, just as Bruce remembered his parents: dignified but never ostentatious. His head was bowed, eyes closed in silent reverence, paying respect in his own stoic, pensive way.

Beside him knelt Dick Grayson, mimicking Bruce's posture. Though Dick had never known Thomas or Martha personally, he considered them family by extension. They were the grandparents he never got to meet, but whom he felt connected to, having heard about their legacy and the way they shaped Bruce's life. Dick had learned the importance of showing respect to the dead, a lesson that echoed painfully in his own memories of his parents' passing.

As the moment of silence lingered, Dick's mind wandered to the mystery he had been piecing together over the past few weeks. He had been gathering everything he could find about Jorno Jovanna, the boy who had, briefly, been part of their strange little family at Wayne Manor. Dick had gone through photographs, Alfred's guarded responses, and small, tangible clues scattered around the manor. The consensus seemed clear: Jorno had been special, important, and, if Dick's instincts were correct, someone Bruce had truly cared about. Yet, for some reason, Jorno was gone now. Dick suspected the boy had passed away, but the fact that no body had ever been found troubled him. Could his body have been stolen? Or was there something more to this?

Bruce finally rose from his kneeling position, and Dick quickly followed, brushing dust from his formal black tie and jacket. Today, they were dressed somberly, reflecting the mood of the day. Bruce's silence and downcast expression indicated that he was processing something profound, something heavy that weighed on him more than usual. Without a word, Bruce walked over to the Batmobile, which had been disguised to blend in with the world above, looking like a luxury black sedan. Dick followed, adjusting his own tie as he climbed into the passenger seat.

Their destination was a chapel in Metropolis, a short but significant drive away. Dick couldn't help but feel the tension hanging in the air, not just from the upcoming event but from everything else Bruce seemed to be carrying with him. The absence of Jorno had become a quiet specter haunting Wayne Manor, and Dick knew it had affected Bruce more than his guardian would ever admit. He resolved to keep digging until he understood the full truth.

Meanwhile, in his new apartment in Metropolis, Victor Stone, better known as Cyborg, was staring into a mirror. His metallic frame shifted, the advanced nanotechnology allowing him to change his armor's appearance at will. His synthetic skin mimicked human expressions, but no matter how he looked, he could never shake the feeling of being something... less than human. His reflection was a mixture of flesh and machine, a reminder of the accident and his father's desperate, life-saving experiment that had turned him into what he was now.

"Is black better? Maybe blue…" he murmured, watching as the metallic nanites shifted again. He eventually settled on a sleek blue suit with red accents, trying to feel normal—whatever that meant anymore. As he adjusted, a buzz in his head indicated an incoming call, and he raised his hand to mimic holding a phone. In truth, he could simply answer it with a thought, but the gesture made him feel human.

"...Hello, Father," Victor said, his voice neutral, almost cold.

On the other end, Silas Stone sounded tired and tentative. "Victor, it's been nearly two months. You can't just keep ignoring me and cutting me off every time I—"

Victor ended the call with a small, resigned sigh. The old wounds between him and his father were still raw, and it felt like they would never truly heal. They had been at odds for so long, first over Silas's obsessive work and now over the fact that Silas had turned his own son into a living machine. While Victor could appreciate the fact that his father had saved his life, he also couldn't forgive how little Silas had seemed to care about Victor's emotional well-being through it all.

"Still on about that," Victor muttered, running a metal hand through his hair. The father-son relationship felt irreparable at times, like a circuit that had been fried beyond repair.

But life wasn't all bad. Being part of the Justice League had given Victor a new purpose, and he had even been able to find an apartment in the city. The best part? Hanging out with Barry. Barry Allen, the Flash, had a way of making everything seem less heavy. Despite both of them being heroes, they could play video games, eat junk food, and just be teenagers again. It was a rare reprieve, and one that Victor cherished.

His mind drifted to the recent battles and the chaos that had rocked both Gotham and Metropolis. Darkseid's looming threat, the arrival of Steppenwolf, and the strange, eerie silence that had followed Jorno's disappearance all weighed on the League's collective consciousness. And while they'd won their most recent skirmishes, Victor couldn't shake the sense that things were far from over.

Back in the Batmobile, Dick finally broke the silence. "Bruce," he said, his voice careful and curious, "can I ask you something?"

Bruce's eyes remained focused on the road, but he gave a small nod. "Go ahead."

Dick hesitated, then forged on. "This... Jorno. I know he was special. I know he meant something to you. But... did you ever find out what happened to him?" His voice was almost a whisper, but the question hung heavy between them.

Bruce's jaw tightened, his grip on the steering wheel tightening just slightly. "Jorno was... someone I thought I could save," he said finally, his voice low and gravelly. "But this world is cruel, and even I can't protect everyone. His fate... is still uncertain. But I failed him, and that's something I have to live with."

Dick felt the weight of Bruce's words settle on him, and he knew that whatever had happened to Jorno was a deep scar in Bruce's heart, one that he hid behind his iron mask. The mystery surrounding Jorno was far from solved, but Dick knew he'd have to tread carefully. Bruce Wayne didn't easily share his pain, even with those closest to him.