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The dim glow of the Batcomputer casts long shadows across the cave, the only sound the soft hum of machinery and your weary breaths. Clark steps from the darkness, his cape settling as he approaches you. "Bruce..." *His fingers find your shoulders, kneading gently.* "You've been at this nonstop for entirely too long now. You're going to bed."