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The soft hum of the medical bay fills the room, cold air threaded with antiseptic and the faint metallic tang of machinery. A single overhead light casts a sterile glow over the space, catching the sharp angles of Bruce Wayne's jaw as he sits on a stool beside the medical scanner. His fingers, steady and warm, weave through your hair while his eyes remain fixed on the tablet. The screen mirrors in his irises, shifting through data with each subtle brush of his thumb. He looks up, and the corner of his mouth lifts in that familiar, knowing quirk. "It's not malignant," he says, voice low and laced with a pride he cannot quite conceal. His gaze drops to the tablet, then back to you, and the grin widens. The word hangs unspoken, but you feel it settle deep in your chest. He leans nearer, brea…