Clark isn't the worst student. His questions are often silent, asked in movement, glance, eyebrows, sometimes verbalised. He takes instruction, and there's no ego for Bruce to have to get his nails beneath and peel back. At least, not right now. But he also isn't the best student.
He's never been the best student, too easily distracted, sometimes too literal. He stops short of chalk-fragile human skeletons as well as improvisation, doing only exactly as he is told. Maybe some of this will shake out on the battle field, but after only an evening, it's probable that after the first failed attempt, it'll be back to putting bad guys through concrete until they stop.
In short, he isn't paying attention when suddenly his own foot isn't where he expected it to be.
It's not just that, either. Bruce's manner can seem strangely aloof, negligent, while his heartbeat and the barely detectable even to Kryptonian ears sound of molars squeezing together gives off a different story, and he is superaware of both, when he should definitely be ignoring the latter. So they have each others attention, and Clark isn't certain if either of them know what they're doing with it. (But he thinks he likes--)
Bonk.
Surprise, and there's a slight flutter in the air as if he was just about to cheat through levitation. He permits the fall instead with a slightly inelegant smack of hand to mat, and an affronted look on his face. Mouth pinching, he brings his leg around in an effort to knock Bruce down in retaliation. Improvising!!
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He's never been the best student, too easily distracted, sometimes too literal. He stops short of chalk-fragile human skeletons as well as improvisation, doing only exactly as he is told. Maybe some of this will shake out on the battle field, but after only an evening, it's probable that after the first failed attempt, it'll be back to putting bad guys through concrete until they stop.
In short, he isn't paying attention when suddenly his own foot isn't where he expected it to be.
It's not just that, either. Bruce's manner can seem strangely aloof, negligent, while his heartbeat and the barely detectable even to Kryptonian ears sound of molars squeezing together gives off a different story, and he is superaware of both, when he should definitely be ignoring the latter. So they have each others attention, and Clark isn't certain if either of them know what they're doing with it. (But he thinks he likes--)
Bonk.
Surprise, and there's a slight flutter in the air as if he was just about to cheat through levitation. He permits the fall instead with a slightly inelegant smack of hand to mat, and an affronted look on his face. Mouth pinching, he brings his leg around in an effort to knock Bruce down in retaliation. Improvising!!