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... bandage wrapped around his forehead, while Bruce had one on his arm. Their heated argument echoed through the corridors, audible even from a distance, though comprehending their words was another matter.
Standing outside the door, Clark held his arms, addressing his shoulder-sitting Bat Cat, "I really don't understand what they're arguing about. I can't make out anything they're saying..."
To his surprise, Bat Cat perched on his shoulder, scratched the wall briefly, and then meow ...
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