He keeps expecting his eyesight to go. Everything else does, in starts and stops, but he's managed to hang onto his crisp vision. Hair pinned back so stylishly, Bruce lets himself sink into the cold water, leaving enough of himself and his hand above the surface to wield a pastry.

Ah.

"Has it happened before?"

Curiosity weighs out, before telling Clark that it's alright. It is alright that it happened, but technically only because he only lit up, and nothing more. No donuts or chat about it after, if he'd blasted Bruce's head off. But he hadn't been afraid.