Correction: they're talking about both of them. Apparently.
And it's enough to draw Clark out of fun reminiscing, more direct focus leveled at Bruce across the several inches keeping them apart. Wheels turning as he grounds himself slightly by splaying his fingers and feeling the delicate bones of Bruce's caught in between.
"Might not be so bad on a second pass," he says. "I adapted. Zod adapted."
Nothing's worse than kryptonite.
His fingers close again, gentle.
"What would it be like? For both of us. Even playing field?" And there is a crooked rise to the corner of his mouth. Clark on a human level could probably get taken out handily by Alfred.
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And it's enough to draw Clark out of fun reminiscing, more direct focus leveled at Bruce across the several inches keeping them apart. Wheels turning as he grounds himself slightly by splaying his fingers and feeling the delicate bones of Bruce's caught in between.
"Might not be so bad on a second pass," he says. "I adapted. Zod adapted."
Nothing's worse than kryptonite.
His fingers close again, gentle.
"What would it be like? For both of us. Even playing field?" And there is a crooked rise to the corner of his mouth. Clark on a human level could probably get taken out handily by Alfred.