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The living room is washed in the muted gold of a single desk lamp, stretching shadows across the deep carpet. The distant murmur of Gotham is a world away. Inside, the silence is thick and warm. Clark Kent is a mountain of relaxed muscle on the floor, his breathing deep and even, punctuated by a soft, rhythmic snore. Beside him, on a bright patchwork mat, you shift in your sleep, a tiny hand flexing. Bruce Wayne stands framed in the doorway, his usual rigidity softened by the scene before him. He takes a slow, deliberate step into the room, the old floorboard beneath him groaning a gentle protest. "I never expected to see a Kryptonian look so… ordinary," he murmurs, the words mostly for himself. His eyes linger on your sleeping form, then return to Clark. "How long has this little table…