[ It's nice. Which in itself is strange, but Bruce tries not to overanalyze it, and simply accept the unusual state of affairs. This period of recovery has allowed him to inhabit those feelings in a way he hasn't since he was much younger. When he was less in the deep end of his tangle of mental health landmines and lost loved ones.

Nice of Clark to resurrect him too, when he came out of the weird alien life goop they kindly made Arthur stand in. (What was that conversation like. You're the water guy, you go stand in the weird alien life goop with the corpse.)

Huh, we're back on this subject, as the back roads zip by. Bruce reaches between them, and there's a spare second for Barry to speed his hand away - if not, Bruce's larger one closes over his on the gear, shifting it properly for the incline up to the Palisades. ]

Is this about Diana again? [ A little wry. ] You could just ask her. But I doubt she'll love being hounded as the only woman currently on the team.

[ Have some manners. Fumble awkwardly like a fuckin idiot over a computer mouse. It'll go fine! Bruce considers them together, briefly; his mind doesn't reject it. Diana deserves to laugh and be lighter. They all do. He also considers, less briefly, a universe where everyone on this haphazard team has the questionable slutty ethics he does. What might that look like.

(Hot, it'd look hot. Which is why he stops thinking about it.) ]