Bruce sat at the edge of the couch in the dim light of the study, stacks of files spread across the coffee table, his usual focus softened by the quiet company around him. Clark was beside him, his hand resting reassuringly on Bruce’s back, while Diana leaned against the armrest, her fingers gently brushing his as she passed him another file.

“Taking a break wouldn’t hurt,” Clark murmured, a hint of warmth in his voice as he gave Bruce a gentle nudge. Diana smiled, nodding in agreement, her gaze steady and calming.

Bruce sighed, but he couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at his lips as he set the files aside. With Clark’s hand steady on his shoulder and Diana’s presence grounding him, the weight of his endless work felt just a bit lighter. In the quiet glow of the study, surrounded by the two people who understood him best, Bruce allowed himself to settle, feeling—just for a moment—truly at peace.