He watched his friend, watched his grief bubble to the surface, and his mind traveled back to when Bruce had first lost Jason. The way that he'd sank so far into a depression and retreated from everything, Clark hadn't been sure if they'd ever get him back. Things had been going so well for him and now this...
He placed a hand on Bruce's shoulder. "We'll find out who did this," he said softly. "I'll help you. No one should be making you go through this again. You suffered enough, and you weren't ... it wasn't your fault."
"You were a good father to him, and he knew that." He wasn't sure what else to say, and just stood nearby, listening.