It was never a question of not going to help. Bruce rarely asked for it even in his most desperate moments. It was maddening how irrational a very rational mind like Bruce's could become. Confronted with pain and sadness, he always withdrew completely into Batman, leaving little traces of Wayne behind. Only coaxing from loved ones and persistence brought him back out. Clark sometimes wondered what might have happened to the boy billionaire side of his friend if he didn't have other friends that would intervene.
The Cave was locked down, of course. Another one of Bruce's defenses, shut everything out except work. Except ... when he shut everything out, his work got more violent. Those criminals who were unfortunate enough to cross his path were in traction longer, with more injuries. Clark frowned at the side access panel, and then lowered his head. "Sorry," he said aloud to no one, and then taking a step back, threw a fist at the wall nearby. It crunched under his fist, and he scanned the wall again, looking for safe but weak points. He wanted to get through not bring the entire Cave tumbling down.
It took him awhile to get through like this, and it wasn't exactly subtle. But Bruce wasn't being subtle either, so he supposed it all evened out. Punch after punch made dust of Cave wall, and finally he reached his destination. Stepping through the new "entrance" he scanned again and spotted ...