It sounds familiar, a headline Clark probably scanned at some stage or another, read on his phone on a ferry ride, and he could probably bring up the memory if he didn't also want to listen to Bruce talk to him about Russian spy beluga whales. They stand shoulder to shoulder, almost, watching this particular very good cetacean spin in lazy circles, like it's flying in slow motion.
He has to make Arthur be his friend enough to get to go to Atlantis sometime. He doesn't need to breathe like he didn't really need a protein substitute in his vegan burrito like he didn't need to sleep last night beyond just enjoying the fleeting comfort of it. So he can go to Atlantis if he wants, and it'd be polite to wait for invitation. He's already lured Diana to the midwest with promise of apple pie, even if he has less chance of getting to see Themyscira than even the underwater depths of a forgotten kingdom.
As he plots, and listens, Clark's shoulder bumps into Bruce's. Very human feeling, this contact, rather than a Kryptonian shouldercheck. Probably most fully grown adult men don't go on platonic playdates to aquariums very much, but his instinct is discretion anyway, most times.
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It sounds familiar, a headline Clark probably scanned at some stage or another, read on his phone on a ferry ride, and he could probably bring up the memory if he didn't also want to listen to Bruce talk to him about Russian spy beluga whales. They stand shoulder to shoulder, almost, watching this particular very good cetacean spin in lazy circles, like it's flying in slow motion.
He has to make Arthur be his friend enough to get to go to Atlantis sometime. He doesn't need to breathe like he didn't really need a protein substitute in his vegan burrito like he didn't need to sleep last night beyond just enjoying the fleeting comfort of it. So he can go to Atlantis if he wants, and it'd be polite to wait for invitation. He's already lured Diana to the midwest with promise of apple pie, even if he has less chance of getting to see Themyscira than even the underwater depths of a forgotten kingdom.
As he plots, and listens, Clark's shoulder bumps into Bruce's. Very human feeling, this contact, rather than a Kryptonian shouldercheck. Probably most fully grown adult men don't go on platonic playdates to aquariums very much, but his instinct is discretion anyway, most times.