"We just crushed the pharamaceutical market," Fox informed all the departments heads and Bruce, during their monthly meeting. It was no longer a board meeting, as there's no board. Perks of half of the board being involved with the Court of Owls and Bruce buying off the rest. Going private was the best thing WE could have ever done. "The bait of cheaper and high quality medicaments was too much for the different countries' goverments, without anyone realizing we sneaked in and took over the market."

"They deserve it!" Mark, the CCO of WE scoffed, while everyone else cheered. "They extort money from people and have them dig debts they will never get out of."

"We just proved that it is possible," Bruce spoke up, bringing silence to the room. Everyone turned to look at him and flushed at the look filled with pride he received from their boss. "And the billions we are getting from the medicaments will be put into the creation and funding of free hospitals and clinics."

"We've already started in Gotham, now it's time to take it worldwide," Dr. Pamela Isley smirked. Only in Gotham an ex-ecoterrorist can become the CGO and no one bats an eye to it. She does have the Wayne seal of aproval and the Wayne word in final in Gotham, no one ever forgets that. "Not to mention, with all the money our proyects have been making we took WE to a trillionaire company."

"Clean energy, recycling machines, nuclear waste disposal, vaccines and treatment to previously untreatable disseases," Samantha, the CLO of WE smiled, quite proud of what the company she worked at has achieved in such a little time. "Not to mention, the new clothing, make-up, skin care and hair products lines that have taken the world by strom."

"All of it done ecologically, without hurting the fauna and flora that surrounds us!" Trevor the CKO of WE exclaimed, looking at Pamela with stars in his eyes. "All thanks to your inventions, it's a revolution!"

"May I ask why you did not use the Wayne family crest?" Samantha inquired curiously.

"Wait the W in gothic character is not the Wayne family crest?!" Trevor the CMO of WE shouted startled. "We are marketing that as the signature of WE as if we were on fire. Half of the designs under Dr. Harleen Quinzel have the gothic W, all of our electronic apparatus and their accessories have it too! Have I been marketing the wrong thing all along?!" The poor guy looked distraught as his coleguess were looking back at him with surprise, before bursting out in laughter. "What? This is not a joke!"

"Sometimes I forget that you are not a gothamite," Barbara, the newly minted CTO-CIO of We snickered, as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "The gothic W, as you so call it, was the logo brand of WE since the beginning of its founding. It was taking from the wayne typography, created by a caligraphy afficionate of the Wayne family of back then, who had been inspired by the gothic arquitecture and design the city was taking. But it is not the Wayne family crest."

"Oh, good," Trevor sighed, before turning to his boss and asking the same thing as his colegue. "Yes, why do you not use it?" He then turned to Samantha and asked her. "If we had never used it before, why are you asking?"

"I am asking because the family crest has three different animals, a lion, an eagel, and a goat. Not to mention, the sword, gauntlet, and knight." She asnwered once Bruce nodded at her, queuing her to goo first. "It would give Dr. Quinzel more symbols to use in her designs, while not staying from the idea the clients have of the brand."

"As for why I am not using my family's crest, is because only a Wayne can wear it," Bruce answered. "The Wayne family and WE have been split entities since day one- which will stay that way." Everyone looked at their boss in silence, even Dr. Isley, he was showing everyone why the Wayne have been and are still the leaders and royalty of Gotham City. "I believe this is enough for today," he said standing up, making everyone else stand up with him. "Meeting adjourned. Good work everybody."

"Thank you boss," and different alterations were heard as the department heads packed their things and left the meeting room.

"Are you returning to the manor?" Fox asked when they were the only ones left.

"Yes, Damian has an art show next week and he has been locked in his art studio for three days," Bruce grimaced. "He only left for the gala yesterday, and I want to make sure he takes a break today. He is still young."

"That he is," Fox agreed with a warm smile. "Though I've never seen him more relaxed or happy than when he was a brush or pencil in his hand."

"He does love his art," Bruce smiled, looking at the painting of Gotham's port in the sunset, that hung on the meeting room. Damian had painted it for his father. "He has an incredible talent."

"He does, my wife loved the painting he made for her birthday," Fox told Bruce with fondness, making the CEO preen with pride for his wonderful son. Though, only Fox was able to noticed it after knowing him for decades. "I won't hold you back any longer. Go, spend time with your family. You've worked hard."

"Bye Lucius," Bruce said, barely holding back the smile off his face and rushed to his car. What he did not expect to find when he parked at the Wayne Manor was the two people he has been hiding from- not that he will ever admit it. "What happened?" Bruce switched to Batman in seconds and demanded to know, once he noticed the tense postures of his teammates.

"Mirage is dead," Diana told him, without beating around the bush.

"What?" Bruce gasped, sounding quite winded even though he had not run at all that day. Can you blame him? His son almost-rapist-to-be has been suddenly killed. Bruce could not find himself to regret her death or feel guilty for not feeling a thing. "How did it happen? Who killed her? Wasn't the Watch Tower supposed to be unbreachable?"

"A demon named Karma did it," Clark answered him gently, looking at his beloved with concern. "They are an extremist and fanatic from Flamebird's faction. Lucifer has already punished them, they are exiled from the Living Realm unless summoned by and to protect Flamebird. Flamebird was unaware of it and rushed to stop it when he found out... but he was too late."

"It is not his fault, people do crazy things out of obsession. I should know, this is Gotham." It showed how far Bruce has come that he was capable of reacting in a calm manner, say that and mean it. "How were they able to get in the Watch Tower?"

"It seems that we forgot to ward it against supernatural beings," Clark sighed.

"How did that happen?!" Bruce looked crossed by such a rookie mistake.

"The Justice League Dark are the ones that deal with the ocult and supernatural, we deal with aliens and criminal syndicates," Diana answered. "We now know what we did wrong and will not make the same mistake twice. We have already contacted the Justice League Dark and they will be sending someone to ward the Watch Tower. After being aproved by all of us," she rapidly added with a smirk, noticing Bruce ready to open his mouth to protest.

"She knows you too well," Clark chuckled, feeling lighter at the common exchange.

He has missed it... missed them.

"She does... you both do..." he looked at his teammates with a small smile. "With Mirage gone, Dick will be able to move on. Slowly but steadily, something he has already been doing. I don't have anymore excuses not to see you."

"Unless you do not want you," Clark replied firmly, standing tall. It looked as if he was readying himself to hear the veredict of his trial. "I would totally understand... I did fail you and your son."

"You did not fail me Kal," Bruce told him softly with a sigh. He looked down and shook his head, before looking up, at his beloveds, with determination in his eyes. "The last couple of years has been a lot. Not only privately but also in my Batman and Brucie persona. So much has happened and I was able to push it away, focusing on everything I needed to do for my family. Things were going great... which meant that the other shoe was going to drop soon. I prepared myself for it, but nothing could have prepared me for what was about to happen." The raw pain in his eyes was something that shook Diana and Clark- they had never seen him this vulnerable, outside of traumatic events.

"I almost lost my son and my other almost got raped. I know I should be grateful that none of those things happened... but I still wake up hearing Dick screamin 'No! Don't touch me!' at night." Kal-El flinched at that and Diana looked ready to chop Mirage's corpse into pieces. "And Damian might be alive... but for those seconds I did not know that. He was dead to me and I saw it happen in front of my eyes... and I was unable to do a thing." He sniffed, shaking his head and trying to contain the tears tha threatened to spill. "I think it was then that it hit me. How different my son truly is." He clarified. "Unlike the rest of his siblings there will be times that I won't be able to follow him in battle, be there to watch his back and make sure he comes back home. I am human... and he is not." Bruce chuckled in a self-deprecating way. "I deluded myself believing that it was ok, because he has the Justice League and Justice League Dark looking out for him. The lanterns think of him as their messiah! What should I be worried about?!" Diana and Clark looked down in shame. "No, don't do that. I don't blame you, I never did. I almost failed Jason a couple of years back and he is human. It happens, as shitty as it is. It's life. I needed time to process everything that happened, everythign that I had accumulated simply came out and messed me up." He looked at them with fondness and determination. "But I do not need time anymore."

"Does that mean..." Clark trailed off hopefully, as Diana perked up like a blooming flower beside him.

"I love you, both of you," Bruce finally admitted and felt like a weight off his shoulders. "I would really like to try being a... us."

Bruce laughed as he was enveloped in the arms of his partners.

Everything was fixed now and will remain like that... until, it finally breaks again and they will need to fix it one more time.

But for now, the heroes celebrated and rested their well-earned peace.