The Watchtower’s conference room stretched out around Y/n, all glass and steel, Earth glowing pale blue through the window behind the League’s table.

Batman sat at the center, fingers steepled. Wonder Woman to his right. Superman to his left. The Flash leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and Aquaman stood near the door like he was already calculating how long until he could leave.

Y/n could feel the weight of their attention. It never got easier.