Jason wrinkles his nose, unsure if 'cuddling' counts as sexual. It's the only time he cuddles, but not everyone is wired that way and he's actively trying to change that, so.
"I can't believe this is Batman we're talking about."
"Bruce has a lot more dimensions than most people give him credit for." He turns one hand. "Of course, he sets up a veritable obstacle course of deadly traps in front of those additional dimensions, but once you've seen them, well...
"It's like the arrow in the FedEx logo: you can never quite unsee it. And I've never really wanted to."
Clark opens his mouth to say something before, for once, his lips press tight and he shakes his head. He's tired of playing this game that he can't win. He's tired of getting crapped on for the crime of trying. He's tired of always being wrong not because he's wrong, but because he's just Clark. He'd gone camping with Bruce to get away from it and he'd thought a quick jaunt to deliver s'mores was safe but no, of course not. Of course not.
"Of course. How could I? Expecting you to relate with me over something. Clearly, I'm lecturing you."
He doesn't even wait for another word. One hand waves, half goodbye and half... whatever the hell I'm done for right now before disappearing.
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"I can't believe this is Batman we're talking about."
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"It's like the arrow in the FedEx logo: you can never quite unsee it. And I've never really wanted to."
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"Are you done trying to lecture me about the man who raised me? Because I'm still pretty sure he'll be waiting."
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"Of course. How could I? Expecting you to relate with me over something. Clearly, I'm lecturing you."
He doesn't even wait for another word. One hand waves, half goodbye and half... whatever the hell I'm done for right now before disappearing.