Bestamped, Bruce sticks his two postcards into the box, one off up to the state's northern border with New York, and one off to Ohio.

He looks at what Clark has written for his mother. Borks and all. A flat look. That is very whimsical, Superman.

"Say something nice from me," he offers, and if he's a little surprised by the invite to be included, it doesn't sound like it. (He is, somehow. Even though he signed Clark's initial for Barry and Victor without asking. Invasiveness goes both ways.)