"I admit that it's a little old fashioned, alright, eighteen millennia out of date, but..." the image of Jor-El said as his son examined the image of himself in the outfit he'd just put on from every angle. He was sure his son would look excellent when he was fully dressed.
Come to think of it, where were the outerpants that were supposed to come with a uniform from that era?
"Aside from the spandex underwear which are a little...tight, everything's fine." Clark said as he walked around behind the graphite colored version of himself.
"Son..." Jor-El's image started, looking vaguely like he wanted to plant his face into the palms of his hands.
"Yes?" Clark asked.
"Those aren't underwear." Jor-El's image replied, looking vaguely pained.
"..."
"If you want me to wear the outfit, they are."