Maybe it is something he talks about. Sure, Clark can count on one hand in the past mumblemumble they've been together that he has, but it's, you know. Adding up.

But there isn't a lot of opportunity to see Bruce that way, a dad and the impossible task of being one, and his eyes crinkle at the corners after little boys wanting to be superheroes, grow up fast, being given a plush raccoon instead.

"Depends on your definition of worst," Clark says, because he was asked a question. He reaches up and picks up a mug where the handle is a garishly orange tentacle, connected to the artwork of a googly eyed octopus. The eyes are in fact googly eyes, and they roll in place as he tips it speculatively. "'Cause to someone, this is the best."

He offers it out for inspection, juggling keep-cup and socks in his other hand.