Thinking about Bruce teaching Clark to fight.
Clark’s immense strength makes it so he can get away with throwing those shitty telegraphed haymakers, but Bruce is absolutely appalled at his lack of skill and strategy when it comes to hand to hand combat.
Bruce has spent decades learning new methods and perfecting his fighting style. As strong and effective as Clark is, he’s not going to let anyone he works with flail about like that, especially someone whose powers can be neutralized.
So Bruce insists they have a standing weekly training session. Clark is floored (literally) when Bruce slides under his obvious punch and flips him over his shoulder effortlessly.
“It’s not about strength,” Bruce says. He helps the blushing man to his feet. “It’s momentum, leverage, timing. It doesn’t matter that you have super strength when I know how you’re going to move.”
But of course, after being thrown to the ground, all Clark hears is “it doesn’t matter how strong you are, I can make you do whatever I want.”
Which makes learning how to fight without getting distracted (read: horny) really difficult.
