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he takes a half-step back and ends up bumping softly against someone’s shoulder, careful not to put too much of his own weight into the atmosphere around himself, careful not to touch anything with any amount of power or depth, but when he turns and comes face-to-face with his literal nightmare, a picturesque vision of the one and only bruce wayne, dressed to the nines of course, with his hands lightly grazing across the arm of a very pretty brunette girl clark knows entirely too well to think she’d be interested in a guy like this, he wishes he’d hit the other harder.
because of course, who in the world would be interested in gotham’s favorite bachelor? a guy who owns half his whole damn state, his own family-spun conglomerate? a guy who can buy literally any restaurant he walks into? a guy who would be living on a yacht if he weren’t too busy currently living in a batcave?
he almost hopes he’s hallucinating somehow, hopes that something in the drinks has been dosed with a touch of supernatural to actually be able to affect his kyptonian biological makeup, hopes that perhaps this is all some terrible, heinous trick that the universe is playing on everyone, him especially, and that what he’s seeing at the moment, clear, perfect sky-blue eyes pinned to the twin set of them standing there like they belong together, is not what’s actually happening.
because otherwise he might actually break something.
“bruce wayne. you’re here. wow, it’s been a while since i’ve seen you, i didn’t realize you were going to be here… with…. lois.” just saying that out loud makes him want to find a bar of soap and swallow it. he’s trying to look at both of them while also not looking at either of them and it’s just making things worse.
