The hammerhead, for a little while, seems to hang out with them, skirting above the tunnel as a shadow and swimming lazily apace. It's not lost on Clark that most of the creatures they've gotten to admire would fare better in open ocean that aren't either dumping grounds for waste, or hunting fields for poachers, or apparently ancient battlefields between ancient beings. That they'd probably prefer to swim for miles rather than the same circuit, every day.
But the world is full of what feel like impossible ethical paradoxes, from the cruelty and slaughter of soft-eyed cattle and the exploitation and poor working conditions of human beings, through choosing to slowly stroll through the plexiglass tunnel of Gotham's aquarium with someone he loves versus spending every waking second in the sky, on the hunt for lives to save. Saving a bus full of kids or protecting a secret that was bigger than all of them. He thinks Jonathan Kent said 'maybe' that one time because he didn't have an answer to Clark's question.
And living with not having the answer while trying to find it, every day, is not just a Superman condition, but a human one. Kyrptonians thought they knew everything.
They could have never brought him back. Clark always framed the decision to do so as doing so for a reason. That there is, and was, a reason they could have chosen not to—
These odd undercurrents, cold but fleeting. He is, at the moment, nodding up at the hammerhead to call Bruce's attention to it, but catches Bruce's focus instead. His own symmetrical smile already in place then skews a little crooked, borderline subliminally picking up on the particulars in being watched as opposed to only looked at.
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But the world is full of what feel like impossible ethical paradoxes, from the cruelty and slaughter of soft-eyed cattle and the exploitation and poor working conditions of human beings, through choosing to slowly stroll through the plexiglass tunnel of Gotham's aquarium with someone he loves versus spending every waking second in the sky, on the hunt for lives to save. Saving a bus full of kids or protecting a secret that was bigger than all of them. He thinks Jonathan Kent said 'maybe' that one time because he didn't have an answer to Clark's question.
And living with not having the answer while trying to find it, every day, is not just a Superman condition, but a human one. Kyrptonians thought they knew everything.
They could have never brought him back. Clark always framed the decision to do so as doing so for a reason. That there is, and was, a reason they could have chosen not to—
These odd undercurrents, cold but fleeting. He is, at the moment, nodding up at the hammerhead to call Bruce's attention to it, but catches Bruce's focus instead. His own symmetrical smile already in place then skews a little crooked, borderline subliminally picking up on the particulars in being watched as opposed to only looked at.
"What?" he asks, on a delay. Not guilelessly.