A tired wildlife rescue worker, coffee in hand, walks out in the morning and finds Superman hovering outside, holding a struggling badger in his arms. Superman is uninjured, but his costume is all torn up, his hair is messy, and Superman looks like (even though he's invulnerable and can't be hurt) he lost this fight.
The tired wildlife rescuer has to wonder where and how Superman crossed paths with a badger.
-cut away, several hours earlier-
Bruce is having his Alfred-mandated 'normal' bonding time with his kids, tossing a ball around the backyard. Bruce is 37-hours without sleep and running off energy drinks that would be outlawed anywhere else besides America, he fumbles the ball and has to go get it.
He finds a badger on his property instead.
Batman is very good at sizing up an opponent. He recognizes that this is a fight he should not pick.
He pulls out his phone. "Hey, Clark, you're good with animals, right?"
