Wayne. The Batman he was to work with. "I don't know much about what 'chicks' dig," he said with an amused sort of look. "But you do seem fond of it. And that's the important thing." He eyed the plane as it lowered to the ground. "And I can see why you're so fond of it, too." It was a nice plane. Certainly not something you'd see on the streets every day, that was for certain. It seemed as though all of the Batmen were the same. They were big on their gadgetry. He took note of that as he glanced away from the plane and back to the device in which he had summoned it with. It must have been expensive. But affordable, in the case of Wayne.
"It's best if we do." He hadn't worked in teams until now, but Superman certainly wasn't against it. At Terry's last comment, Clark nodded in agreement. "It is. I went in to apply at the Daily Press and the editor demanded that I throw him out the window and then catch him afterward. It was disturbing." And, as Clark Kent would put it: awkward.