@metropolois lois doesn't call bruce often. not at all. rarely calls anyone unless she needs something (and has exhausted all other options). her phone is tucked between her ear and her chin, speaking and effectively cutting off his greeting as soon as he answers. " hey. what's the code for your underground bunker on 43rd. i couldn't brute force it. "
Bruce answers the phone on the first ring, but the only sound coming from his line is the rapid clicking of a keyboard as he allows her to speak without interruption.
"If you're looking for something salacious to blackmail me with, you'd have better luck at the bunker on 12th. Or answering my calls." He deadpans, but he's sure she can make out the slightest hint of a smile, even over the phone.
"Maybe this is a sign to not brute force other people's bunkers." The attempt at a lecture is laughable, but he continues, "Maybe if you asked permission first, you'd be inside already. Or, better yet, I could get you whatever you're looking for remotely. We're well beyond the days of analog, Ms. Lane."
The typing stops, and he clears his throat.
"...But the code was changed to your birthday after I got the notification of your third failed attempt. Do you really think I'd use 1234?"