A Second Opinion
Clark and Bruce sat together on a couch. The billionaire refilled his glass, while the Kryptonian continued nursing his own cup of coffee. (Alfred really did make the best he'd ever had.) They stared down at the carpet, both with confused expressions.
Finally, Bruce asked, "Do you think she's trying to tell me something?"
Clark shrugged. "It's Selina. I don't think men are meant to understand why she does what she does."
Glaring, Bruce snapped, "So I should have asked Lois instead?"
Clark simply shrugged.
Stumbling around on the rug in front of them were two tiny, black creatures. Bruce had returned home the day before to find a basket on his bed, the tag reading "Saw these and thought of you. – S.K." Inside were a cuddly puppy and an adorable kitten, curled together and fast asleep.
Now, as the baby animals tumbled over each other, both tugging playfully on the ends of a piece of ribbon, both men sat back, puzzled.
"I don't understand women."
"None of us do."