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The study in Wayne Manor was dim, lamplight throwing long, restless shadows. Clark stood rigid before the window, his broad silhouette cutting the faint glow. The air smelled of old leather-bound books and a lingering, sharp tension from their hushed argument. Bruce’s jaw was a hard line, his voice a low, warning growl urging silence. Then a floorboard creaked upstairs—a sound Clark’s super-hearing caught an instant before Bruce did. Bruce’s eyes snapped wide. 'My sister,' he hissed, stepping back into the gloom. The door handle turned. Clark met you’s gaze as the door opened, a silent, fraught question hanging in the space between them.