mayor of frown town

because that's Clark. he doesn't see the teeth that are slightly too sharp. he doesn't see the eyes that catch too much or too little light, that glint almost violet under direct lighting. he doesn't register the subvocal growls or ability to go entirely blank. he's aware of all of those things in a way that's like, "wow, that's actually really attractive and intriguing," kind of way. never once does he register how uncanny it is for someone to register alien. because to him it's beautiful. it's power. leashed, clean, and at its finest. what's there to fear? he's not human, why hold him to that standard?

Bruce, who methodically and pragmatically brought Clark to heel until, when he was finally gnashing his teeth, it was that one final order to cement it. Bruce, sick of the torture, using the weapon he's honed, giving a subvocal yes and Clark immediately knowing what to do.

Diana hearing, "you did what you had to do," and her concerns immediately are validated, and her red flags go up, but this is Bruce, and this is Clark, and maybe it really had to be done.