Bruce pulls his laptop out of his bag, sets it up to work with the data being offered. He has to be selective, because even though his modest equipment brought along is more state of the art than even military, he would like not to fry anything. Data is not always compatible. He's clinical about it, avoiding commentary or apparent investment in the way things are so unnervingly segregated. They are not levels of formality; this is something else. Unfortunately, though, it loops in with what he's already gleaned about Kryptonian society.
In between divvying up sandwich no 2, he asks the computer to provide lessons centered around media liaisons. The loophole seems to work, because of course, there are certain positions that need to have the ability to converse with everyone, though he gets the impression that the AI speaking calmly to him does not appreciate his cheek. He wonders if it remembers him hovering over Kal-El's corpse, floating him in the forbidden murk that birthed the thing that had slain him in the first place.
Probably just projecting onto a computer.
"Jor-El?" Bruce looks at him, doing an okay job at not looking overly curious. Birth parents is not a foreign concept to him - an intimately relevant one, truly - but the way Clark has experienced that dynamic is a far cry from how he, or his kids, have.
And then, as an explanation of why he's heard the name, "Lois." He's taken in her impression of the long-dead Kryptonian, guiding her through a CSGO round on Zod's prison ship. But he'd be lying if he said he's had cause to think much of it since that talk.
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In between divvying up sandwich no 2, he asks the computer to provide lessons centered around media liaisons. The loophole seems to work, because of course, there are certain positions that need to have the ability to converse with everyone, though he gets the impression that the AI speaking calmly to him does not appreciate his cheek. He wonders if it remembers him hovering over Kal-El's corpse, floating him in the forbidden murk that birthed the thing that had slain him in the first place.
Probably just projecting onto a computer.
"Jor-El?" Bruce looks at him, doing an okay job at not looking overly curious. Birth parents is not a foreign concept to him - an intimately relevant one, truly - but the way Clark has experienced that dynamic is a far cry from how he, or his kids, have.
And then, as an explanation of why he's heard the name, "Lois." He's taken in her impression of the long-dead Kryptonian, guiding her through a CSGO round on Zod's prison ship. But he'd be lying if he said he's had cause to think much of it since that talk.