One hand resting against brick and the other brushing the last of pulverised drywall from his hair, Clark is blinking hard to clear his vision. Instead of a glossy coat of stinging tears, though, it's just his eyeballs seem to be having a hard time focusing, and it's difficult to tell if that's a brain thing or an eyeball thing or if he should worry about it. But he feels fine. He feels--
Oh hi Batman.
He straightens his posture as Bruce comes near, eyebrows immediately drawing together. "Tha's not a very nice thing t'say to," he points at himself, or maybe his S, "th'guy who saved your life.
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One hand resting against brick and the other brushing the last of pulverised drywall from his hair, Clark is blinking hard to clear his vision. Instead of a glossy coat of stinging tears, though, it's just his eyeballs seem to be having a hard time focusing, and it's difficult to tell if that's a brain thing or an eyeball thing or if he should worry about it. But he feels fine. He feels--
Oh hi Batman.
He straightens his posture as Bruce comes near, eyebrows immediately drawing together. "Tha's not a very nice thing t'say to," he points at himself, or maybe his S, "th'guy who saved your life.
"Ssso you're welcome."