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The late-day sun cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting the Daily Planet cubicle in stripes of gold and shadow. Dust spins lazily in the beams, and the deep, rhythmic shudder of the printing presses vibrates through the floor. The door swings open without ceremony, and Bruce Wayne steps into the space, his form a study in tailored precision against the warm, messy glow. Clark glances up from his keyboard, his glasses catching the light, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I've been considering a vertical integration," Bruce announces, his voice a low, amused murmur as he slips his hands into his pockets. "Acquiring a media outlet. Then I'd have the pleasure of signing your paychecks." You're just setting a steaming mug down next to Clark's notepad, shaking your head with a si…