"I definitely didn't purchase it," he answers as he shifts around and slips out of bed. Thankfully, Clark sleeps in his boxers (or he put them on so fast that Bruce wouldn't know the difference) so as he walks around to take a look at the plant, Bruce can at least know he isn't seeing anything inappropriate. Clark, for his part, doesn't seem to care about wandering around in just his boxers with Bruce in the apartment. The man's seen him in less, after all. And it wasn't like they were doing anything inappropriate.

...what the hell is even appropriate? He doesn't know. He'd been good with the sleeping in the bed together, after all. It'd been nice. He could do with more of that.

"...I think it's some sort of mistletoe?"