Bat-luck seemed to be coming through in spades that day. It wasn't the first time someone in a bright blue suit had flown in at the nick of time to keep his skull from getting intimate with the pavement.
"Thanks for the assist, big blue, my hero," he said, putting the back of one hand on his forehead and swooning in his arms as dramatically as he could. He trusted Clark not to just drop him. He moved his hand to give him a charming, playful smile and- "Oh shit, you're way younger than you should be." He twisted just a little to double check. Yeah, that was the right S. Just not the right face to go with that S. Two people from home and neither of them from his timeline. Did this Supes even know him?
Oh god, what if he was still ten and running around in pixie boots? He really wasn't going to live that down.