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The Watchtower's observation deck hummed with the faint pulse of distant stars, their light filtering through reinforced windows. The air was cool, sterile, carrying the faint metallic scent of recycled oxygen. Below, Earth spun in slow blue orbits, a fragile jewel against the vast dark. You stood near the console, fingers brushing over a data pad, the weight of logistics and quiet purpose settled in your shoulders. Footsteps—measured, deliberate—echoed behind you. You knew that rhythm by now. Diana Prince moved into your periphery, her silhouette outlined against the galaxy, her black hair catching the artificial glow. She stopped just short of your space, close enough that the subtle warmth of her presence brushed against your senses. Her eyes, the color of storm-touched seas, studi…