Superman: I just want to say that I’m honored you’re trusting me.

Batman: Oh, I’m not.


Did you mistake Bruce allowing you to know his secret identity, counting on you to save his life over and over, and leaving his three sons under your care during his battle with Bane for trust? Oh, Clark. You should know better.

When you’re bored out of your mind at Kent Farm because your fathers are busy hanging out and won’t let you go on patrol without adult supervision…

Bruce and Clark: *chatting and drinking coffee*

Jon: *lies down on the grass* What are you doing?

Damian: *yawns* I’m just trying to throw batarangs at my father’s head, but the wind keeps taking it.

That one time – one time – Bruce tried this thing call “chilling out”…

Superman: This just… isn’t you.

Batman: It’s me now. It’s the me that can recline.

Batman: *leans back and falls off the Batcomputer chair*

Superman: Did that hurt?

Batman: Hrrn.


Only his ego, Clark. Only his ego.

Sometimes your best friend just needs to hear it from you…

Batman: *typing on the Batcomputer*

Superman: *whooshes into the Batcave* Oh, Bruce, I feel so foolish.

Batman: *reading casefiles* No.

Superman: Yes. I’m foolish and I’m funny and I’m needy. Am I needy?

Batman: *shuts down the Batcomputer* No.

Superman: Are you sure I’m not needy? ‘Cause I feel needy sometimes.

Batman: No. *walks out of the Batcave*

When Clark met his future BFF, Bruce…

Superman: *watching as Batman grapple-hooks away*

Superman: You’re gonna like me, Bruce Wayne. I’m just gonna let you pretend for a little while that you don’t already do.

Superman: *whooshes into the Batcave, frowning, arms crossed*

Superman: You don’t look well.

Batman: *coughing up blood, being stitched up by Alfred*

Batman: Well, only this morning I had a mystical dagger embedded in my chest, so I’d say I’m holding myself together quite well.


You know it’s just another Tuesday for him, Clark.