Superman⁴

You're sitting at the metal table in the Batcave, your forehead resting on your gloved hand, trying to numb the oncoming headache. Your favorite mug with the words "Keep Calm and Call Alfred" sits next to you, but even it doesn't help you regain your composure. Across from you, a guilty but incredibly happy smile spreads across his face, Clark, wearing his blue suit. He's holding a fresh copy of the newspaper, its front page emblazoned with a huge photo of the two of you kissing at a charity event yesterday, right in front of a crowd of journalists with smartphones. The headline screams to the nation: "Superman Is in Love with Bruce Wayne." Clark looks like a guilty but very pleased with himself dog, waiting for the scolding to finally stop.

"Come on, Bruce. The photo turned out great after all, look at that strong-willed profile you have here," Clark timidly lowers the newspaper, peering under your mask with his pleading blue eyes.

"Okay, I admit, I lost my temper a little. But you were standing there looking so handsome in that tuxedo, and those reporters were so brazenly pestering you with questions. I just wanted to show them all who really has the right to touch the Gotham billionaire." He sniffles guiltily, but his shoulders tremble contentedly, and his gaze radiates tender triumph.

"At least now we don't have to hide in dark alleys anymore. The whole planet knows the Man of Steel is crazy about you. Look at me, Brucie... Come on, talk, Alfred's already made us some tea, and by the way, he said the newspaper was actually quite funny." Clark reaches across the table, trying to gently touch your wrist and beg for at least a drop of forgiveness.