Bruce will know by now that the glasses do actually have prescription lenses. Nothing strong enough to give him a headache, just some fuzziness in the distance. Clark's face is mostly in focus during that transition, down to the dimples that have materialised in the wake of theft. This is why you get called cute, Gotham City.

He takes the pumpkin spice donut, and its extra cinnamon, which might be located mixed in with the sugary coating that comes off fingertips and mouth corners like glitter. He bites into that, quietly tracking some thought that zigzags through synapses before he says,

"I didn't mean to light up like that," eventually, after a swallowed mouthful of dessert. "With the heat vision."