"Oh, I'm aware, Batman likes to remind me of what an eyesore this costume is," he said, trying to hide his amusement. "Along with exactly un-stealthy it is."
Kal took the photo, and studied it, a large grin forming again quickly. "So you have," he said, obviously pleased. I erm ... won't inquire into your exact methods," he cleared his throat, handing it back to her and going a little pink in his cheeks. "But I'm very happy, Selina."
"I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to ask you to do a little more? I mean ... not assigning you homework or anything just ..." the smiled turned into a worried expression. "He holds in so much, too much. He doesn't open up until it's really bad, or until you pry it out of him. Emotionally? He's really ... repressed. Or at least repressed in expressing them, his worries."
He took a seat in a nearby chair, looking slightly depressed. "And I know that he feels free to come to me and talk about them, but ... I shouldn't be the only one, you know? He has an entire family, and I know he doesn't want to worry anyone but ..." He looked up at Selina, speaking earnestly. "Ask him to open up to you. Push him. Let him know that you can be someone who he can talk about the tough things with. Because you should be."