It's a testament to how far Bruce has come that he doesn't have something to say about that first bit. (Someday. That he was there, that he ran into the dust and debris while others ran out, that the building Zod and Superman heat-visioned into oblivion was his, filled with employees and their children, people he'd moved out of Gotham to be safe. That a shadow he'd spent so long running from caught him.)

Maybe there's something in his gaze before it's blinked away.

Yeah, well. Zod was a dick.

"What, this?" Eyebrows up. Dry. "This is a shitshow, Kent, I'm falling apart."

But that's not what he's asking, and Bruce knows it. Once more - he directs him. Again, from the top. Pushes him a little, forces him to make a call about how Bruce is coming at him.

"Ten years or so," is what he says eventually, "between when I started to wander and when I came back to Gotham. Another five to think I had it figured out."

Since Clark is interested in sweeps, he shows him one.

"All downhill from there."