Clark tries to throw himself upward, and Bruce just. Stays right where he is, shifting his weight slightly in a counter-balance on autopilot, possessing nothing like a Kryptonian's unmovable object strength, of course, but so well-versed in physical brawling that getting him into a throw is like trying to grab running water.

Oh, that was the attempt. Bruce helpfully shifts back the other way, like a well-meaning and well-trained pet dog doing the trick on a delay.

"Get your foot under my shin," he instructs, trying very hard not to laugh. "There. Shift your shoulders the other way. Push."