Clark is locating a stirring spoon out of the drawer when Bruce says this last part, and presses a thin smile at it without yet looking up. Of course.

"I intercepted company," he corrects, next retrieving the sugar, going for the crumbly brown kind that is more normally used for cooking, with its high molasses content. Leans against the island, then, with his gathered supplies, looking across at Bruce, all fondness. "Rick Grayson?"

Name change, ostensibly. The lift at the end isn't a question.

"He didn't stick around for long."