Oh. Clark's standing between him and the plant. In his underwear. Bruce raises his gaze, slower than is probably appropriate, to look at his face. Yeah, he's seen Clark in less. Hell, he's touched Clark in less, but it's always been in a clinical, usually life-or-death medical or scientific emergency way. Or just breezing by fully clothed to yell at someone in the locker rooms, with Clark's presence as collateral damage.

"You have to remove it, then," he says calmly.

Clark probably picked up on his heartrate trip there. Fffffffuck.