Yeah, no shit, about your lack of planning.

Bruce watches him, considering. Probably playing back all the times he's observed Clark fight. Deciding where to start and what to start with.

"She might be equally disappointed by any women who've learned to fight in the outside world," he says wryly. "I've known a lot of women who could lay my ass out flat, but none like her."

In many ways.

"Alright. Try and hit me."