Something to do is starting to sound a bit like a curse, but oh well. The next stop is ... interesting. The landlord is frank about everything: low low prices! Because the insides of most of houses on the row have been burned. The unit in question is functional and equipped with utilities, but missing some walls, all the flooring, and oh yeah, it's scorched to fuck. The previous tenant apparently claimed it was like that when he got home from work one day, though conveniently vanished after and never asked for his deposit back.

Because this is the one Bruce definitely should not be interested in, of course he spends a half hour negotiating hypothetical rent prices with the landlord. Hypothetical 'what if I could fix this this and this, yeah sure, in all the units' type negotiating.

"Thoughts?" he asks Clark in Kryptonese when the landlord is out of human earshot.