Bruce snorted. "Of course you do." Sometimes Clark's naivete still amazed him.
"You realize they're using you?" he asked as he dried off and pulled sweats and a black t-shirt from his locker and pulled them on, running his fingers back through his hair to comb it in place. "That their overall goal is to control the superhuman population, learn all our identities and register them, them take over all our territories because they believe we're doing what they should be doing, only with far more property damage and far less efficiency?
"You can turn around now." Coming out of the locker room, he smirked to see that he'd been right - Clark's back was turned. "So is it your idea to come here, or theirs?"