#open request

Bruce Wayne's wife was by no means an average woman. You had a beauty that was hard to describe in words, because it wasn't merely physical; you were magnetic. Whether you were in a room full of ambassadors or on a covert field operative, there was always something about you that made one's eyes linger. A lethal blend of grace, intelligence, and poise.

You didn't possess metahuman abilities, but that didn't diminish your influence. Your ability to read a situation, anticipate, intervene discreetly, and know when to stay back made you a natural ally, even for a team full of gods and soldiers.

Your relationship with Bruce had been solidified for a while, but he remained reserved and overprotective of you. The League had seen you on several occasions. At gala events, diplomatic meetings, or even at League IT meetings, contributing your work from a more administrative perspective, always alongside Bruce. Always elegant, calm, almost untouchable, but this was one of the few times you showed up at the Watchtower without your husband by your side.

For the first time, you stepped into the Watchtower without your husband or any of your children by your side.

You walked with your head held high, a folder under your arm, your heels clicking firmly on the metal floor. Each step you took had the same precision with which you used to handle high level negotiations at Wayne Enterprises or assist Bruce in matters that went beyond Gotham.

The League common room wasn't a solemn place at that moment. Barry, Hal, and Oliver were talking animatedly about who among them had completed the most missions in the last month. Diana sat reading, with that imperturbable stillness. Arthur was nowhere to be seen, and Clark, who was always the first to greet you, was also nowhere to be seen.

The conversation was interrupted as soon as you walked through the door.

Hal was the first to notice. His laughter died in midair, frozen mid air by his astonishment at finding you there. Completely flawless. Your bearing was subtle yet striking, with that gaze of yours that, though gentle and even innocent at first glance, carried with it a quiet confidence that didn't need to be imposed. It was natural. Inevitable.

Oliver looked down from his cup as if he'd sensed a change in the pressure in the air. Your presence alone disrupted the rhythm, but he was observant, and he simply studied the reactions of the others.

Barry turned his head with his trademark reflex and froze completely. He blinked once, swallowed, and put down the donut he was holding halfway.

Diana, on the other hand, wasn't startled. She barely raised her eyes from the book she was reading and smiled a friendly smile as she greeted you. She had always had a lot of respect for you; you were a powerful figure, a woman accustomed to walking among men who thought themselves superior and letting them know, without a word, that they weren't.

You had the grace of someone younger, with a restrained energy that contrasted with the severity of the man you shared your life with. Not because of a lack of maturity, but because of that innate brilliance you possessed; and when everyone had the chance to see you together, they understood why the bat cared so much for you.

“Wow…” Hal whispered, not realizing he had said it out loud.

You were dressed in a fitted black jacket, a white silk blouse that elegantly caressed your figure, and high boots that enhanced the natural firmness of your gait. Your hair was pulled back with perfect carelessness. A soft shine on your lips, and that barely perceptible perfume that, unintentionally, lingered.

Barry was the first to find his voice. "Is everything okay?" he asked awkwardly, as if unsure why he was talking. "I mean, uh, can I help you with something?"

You stopped a few steps away from them, and with the folder under your arm, you smiled at them politely.

"I'm looking for J'onn. I brought the reports he asked me for on the satellite infrastructure," you reply casually, as if you didn't notice the weight of their gaze on you. As if you didn't know you'd left them speechless.

"he's in hallway three, communications room," Hal said quickly, rising from his seat. "I can walk you there, if you like."

"Thank you," you said politely, without altering your tone. "But it's not necessary. I already know how to get there. I just wanted to stop by and say hello first." Before you left, you gave them a friendly, naturally charming smile.

Hal followed you with his eyes when you turned around, with that slow, elegant gesture that came naturally to you, And Barry…

Barry had run out of air.

Oliver watched the scene with an amused eyebrow raised. He didn't say anything, but the smile that spread across his lips spoke volumes.

The footsteps of your boots faded into the distance, but the effect of your presence still lingered like a thick perfume, impossible to ignore. For a moment, no one in the common room spoke. It was as if everyone was digesting what had just happened… and no one knew how.

Hal was the first to break the silence. "My God," he exhaled, sinking back into his seat. "How does Bruce manage to concentrate on anything with that woman in the same room?"

Oliver gave a short laugh, shaking his head. "Who tells you he does? Maybe he can't concentrate at all, and all these years we've had him on a pedestal of self control just because we didn't see it when she was around."

Barry, still somewhat dazed, kept looking down the hallway you'd left, as if he expected to see you reappear at any moment.

"I say this with all due respect" Hal added, pointing down the hall as if he could still see you, "if she weren't married to him, I'd make my move in a heartbeat."

The comment hung in the air. No one responded immediately. Oliver snorted through his teeth, as if unwilling to interfere, and Barry barely looked away, uncomfortable but not contradicting him. For a moment, all that could be heard was the distant hum of the ventilation system… until the silence became too heavy. As if something had suddenly occupied it.

No one heard him coming, it was almost impossible to do so.

No one heard him coming, it was almost impossible to do so.

"Who would you make your move with, Hal?"

The voice was deep, raspy, and flat. But each word cut like a freshly sharpened blade.

Batman.

They all turned at once. Bruce was standing a few feet away from them, his hands clasped in front of his chest, his face completely expressionless. He had arrived as silently as a thought.

Hal swallowed. “Bruce… I…”

"What are you talking about? "

The question fell like a rock in the center of a tense surface. Without raising his voice, without changing his expression. Just a simple question.

And at that moment the men at the table were able to breathe an internal sigh of relief. Batman wasn't going to kill them; he hadn't heard anything. And when they were about to answer to save their own life.

Diana got there first, looking up from the book she'd been holding the whole time. She gently closed the cover, raised an eyebrow with absolute calm, and fixed her eyes on the millionaire. "They're talking about how hot your wife is"

After spending some time dating this being who referred to himself as M/n, Xie Lian and San Lang realized that he was good at simply everything – being one of the oldest people to ever walk the Earth has its advantages.

After living for so long, he has literally become a pro at basically everything – both useful and useless.

Martial arts, cooking, spiritual power, farming, painting, sculpting, how to build a house from scratch, how to make origami, how to catch a fish by hand, and the list goes on.

But there was one thing he was simply terrible at – opening up to people verbally.

Knowing this difficulty, M/n decided to show his love to his two husbands in other ways: Cooking for them, doing anything they ask and much more.

M/n and San Lang definitely don't care one bit about the taste of Xie Lian's food. His monstrous food is nothing compared to the things M/n had to eat to survive. Even if his food could kill someone with poison, it wouldn't work on M/n – his body is completely immune to any kind of poison. A small gift from past failed attempts to kill him using the most lethal poisons.

M/n loves cooking for both of them. His cooking skills are incredible – better than any chef out there.

And M/n is sure that San Lang is too busy happily eating the food prepared by one of his two husbands to care about how it tastes – or maybe it's because he's already dead.

The first time they received one of M/n letters, they didn't immediately understand what was happening.

At the moment, the two were just sitting at the dinner table talking, when M/n walked through the door, handed a letter to each of them and left without saying a word.

With a confused look on their faces, they opened the letter and were met with handwriting so elegant it was almost indecipherable.

Xie Lian had an easier time understanding the writing – having been royalty for part of his life.

But, San Lang...

Xie Lian definitely spent the next few minutes helping him.

To tell the truth, it couldn't even be called a letter – Xie Lian's was just M/n praising the food he made for lunch, saying it wasn't that bad. San Lang's, on the other hand, said his hair looked nice that day.

It may seem like a small thing, but this was a big deal for both of them. M/n isn't one to talk much – a part of his personality shaped by spending so many years alone walking these lands.

And much less show your love verbally, choosing to show it through acts of service and gifts.

Even if those few words weren't much, it didn't matter – but rather, the intention behind it.

After spending some time talking and coming up with a plan while having a smile on their faces, they decided to respond to his letter with another letter.

And Xie Lian definitely spent the next few minutes helping San Lang with his writing difficulties.

While this was happening, M/n was outside watering some plants. His face looked unfazed, but he was freaking out inside.

What would Xie Lian and San Lang think of his letter? Was it too vague? He wanted to write more, but the words just wouldn't come...

He had so much to say about every part he loved about each of them. But just as he was about to start writing the letters, he simply froze and stared at the blank paper for the next few minutes.

While he was caught up in thought and watering a plant more than he should have, he didn't notice the presence of two figures approaching behind him.

M/n froze when he felt someone tapping his shoulder – looking back, he saw his two husbands smiling.

Turning completely towards both of them, Xie Lian quickly hands him something, stands on tiptoe and steals a small kiss, leaving soon after with an innocent smile on his face – soon after, San Lang imitates the same movements before following Xie Lian into the house.

Without understanding anything that just happened, M/n looks at what they just handed him – only to come across two letters.

M/n had received several of these throughout his life: confessions, proposals, contracts... threats. But never from a loved one, so he gave a rare smile and carefully opened one of the letters.

Xie Lian's is elegantly written, with at least five words – unlike his own. In it, he thanked him for the compliment about the food and complimented his own in return – saying it was definitely his favorite. This surprised him, since Xie Lian was once a prince of a prosperous kingdom and had definitely eaten dishes from renowned chefs – and yet, he chose his food as his favorite.

San Lang's handwriting was nearly indecipherable, but he'd seen worse – so it was easy to decode. Regardless, he could see that San Lang really tried his best to write, and that Xie Lian definitely helped him. In it, he said he was very happy with the compliment and responded by saying that M/n's hair was the softest thing he'd ever touched. At the end of the letter, he asked when M/n would next help him comb his hair.

As he read the letters, M/n's smile continued to grow with each word.

He slowly realized how their reply letter wasn't something long and information-filled – he was used to hearing from his former friends about the letters they received from their loved ones, which overflowed with all kinds of thoughts and feelings.

When he asked them how a letter worked, they explained that if you wanted to send one, you wrote it and had someone deliver it – but it used to take so long to be delivered, replied to, and sent back, that they would write about lots of different things to make the trip worthwhile.

So he ended up having this mentality for years about letters – that he had to write a lot. And since he'd never had a person in his life return his love in kind, he could never put it into practice.

But seeing as how his few words weren't a problem, and that both his husbands responded in the same way, M/n was able to relax a little.

Still with a smile on his face, he carefully folded the letters and put them inside his hanfu.

While gently tapping near the heart area where he placed them as if it were something precious, he walked towards home with one thing in mind – practicing his confession letters!

And that's how M/n spent the next few days writing little letters to his husbands.

At first, they were the same as their first – few words and somewhat vague. But always praising them in some way.

After a while, he gradually improved – he was able to write more than 5 words and ended with a short: "I love you." – which made Xie Lian and San Lang very happy.

They were so proud of M/n for being able to find something to express his feelings!

And of course, they both responded with their own letters – deciding in a silence agreement, responding to them with the same intensity so as not to overwhelm him.

As the days went by, M/n finally understood, after so many years, what his old friends had said with: "There's so much I want to tell them that I just can't stop writing!" – because now he found himself in the same situation.

He never thought he would one day be writing a letter to someone special – let alone two!

So, after a few months of training, he finally managed to complete an entire sheet saying everything he felt about both of them.

The three of them found themselves in a large flower field, searching for a medicinal plant. Xie Lian and San Lang were searching in one part, while M/n was a little further away – with the excuse that he was looking in a specific place.

But the truth is that M/n was hiding two letters, feeling more nervous than usual – for the first time, and perhaps the only time, he expressed his feelings and emotions like never before in his entire life.

After being betrayed so many times by people close to him and loved ones, he decided to simply close himself off completely – and after so many years, he was finally able to open up again.

It may not have been the words spoken, but those two letters were worth just as much.

Sighing, he calms down a bit. Taking a deep breath and with a new determination in mind, he walks toward his two husbands.

When they both feel M/n's presence approaching, they turn around – only for him to slowly extend his arm and hand them something.

" ...Please, read. " M/n says in a low voice, almost pleading as he looks at the floor – unable to look them in the eyes.

This leaves Xie Lian surprised, and at the same time, worried – he had never seen M/n behaving like this, much less speaking with this tone.

San lang quickly takes on a more serious demeanor, thinking something bad has happened to him.

Without saying anything, they hesitantly take the letters and open them – as they read, M/n's mind was racing.

Was it too much? Did he say something wrong?

Opening up to people again was a mistake...?

His thoughts are suddenly interrupted when he feels two figures collide with him, causing him to take a step back. Slowly looking down, M/n finds his two husbands hugging him tightly.

Without a word being said, M/n could understand what that meant. This made him give a small laugh of relief, feeling his body relax. Giving a genuine smile after so long, he hugged them both back.