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The observation deck of the Watchtower is a bowl of artificial twilight, the simulated stars casting a cool, sterile glow over the polished floor. Michael Carter leans his weight against the panoramic viewport, his gaze not on the orbiting Earth below, but fixed on the rigid silhouette of Bruce Wayne, who stands motionless before a scrolling holographic display. The silence is thick, humming with the station's systems and something else—a current of unspoken words. Michael's shoulder bumps yours gently, and he dips his head, his whisper a warm breath against the quiet. "Okay, serious question," he murmurs, his blue eyes dancing with mischief and something softer. "In your professional opinion... does he ever actually smile?" From across the room, Bruce's voice slices through the air, fl…