Clark holds his hand and keeps it still, letting Bruce flex his fingers without much in the way of returning gesture save to keep his hand in his. Being careful. He watches Bruce watch the water.
That icy cold is starting to warm up. It was never going to last very long anyway.
"What kind of future?" asks Clark, after hesitating over this last part. There are a few first sightings. Clark tends to think of Bruce Wayne at a fancy event, the Batman lurking like a shadow at the edges, his own churn of distrust and confusion that had not yet resolved into something more—something more.
But he's peripherally aware that a lot of people saw him all at the same time, and he also remembers a car chase at night, and a show of strength.
(The implications inherent of a Barry Allen sending a message from the future, of Bruce being able to see it in his dreams, are quietly absorbed for the moment in the project of getting more information.)
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That icy cold is starting to warm up. It was never going to last very long anyway.
"What kind of future?" asks Clark, after hesitating over this last part. There are a few first sightings. Clark tends to think of Bruce Wayne at a fancy event, the Batman lurking like a shadow at the edges, his own churn of distrust and confusion that had not yet resolved into something more—something more.
But he's peripherally aware that a lot of people saw him all at the same time, and he also remembers a car chase at night, and a show of strength.
(The implications inherent of a Barry Allen sending a message from the future, of Bruce being able to see it in his dreams, are quietly absorbed for the moment in the project of getting more information.)