"Bruce Wayne speaking."

"Hi Bruce, it's Clark."

"Clark. How are you?"

"Good, thanks. I was wondering if you'd maybe like to go grab a coffee with me?"

"Coffee."

"Or lunch, I could do either. Or both. Tomorrow, maybe?"

"Tomorrow?"

Clark chuckled. "Yes, Bruce, is this a hard-"

The line suddenly went very quiet.

Bruce waited.

"Oh my God, I am an idiot."

"I won't comment on that."

"It was a one-night-stand, wasn't it?"

"I thought it was rather self-evident, yes."

"Oh my God, I am such an- I'm sorry to have bothered you on your private line."

"It was no bother."

"I only though-… Well, you know what I thought."

"Yes, it's quite understandable."

"No, no, not really… I-… I'm going to hang up now, Mr. Wayne."

"Okay. Take care, Clark."

"Yes. You too, Mr. Wayne."

A short, sharp beep signaled that Kent had ended the call.