#.clark kent // answered ask

[timbit-robin-art]

Uh-oh. Watch out. Goober-esque goofiness is afoot (possible sticker ideas).

[frownyalfred]

Batfam Ask: what height do you headcanon them to be?

Jason - 6'4 (a good 4 inches are from the Pit)

Bruce - 6'1 or 6'2 (depending on how angsty I'm being; he's big like Affleck though. if he's closer to 6 feet Dick has a chance at pretending to be Batman; if he's closer to 6'2 then Jason's probably the only one who can wear the suit easily)

Duke - 6'0 (in my AU he's probably a little shorter and hasn't reached his full height yet)

Dick - 5'10 (so close to six feet, it kills him)

Tim - 5'9 (short king, surprisingly ok with it)

Cass - 5'8 (I know she's shorter in canon but I need her to be able to hold her own and 5'5 just isn't as believable to me I'm sorry)

Barbara - 5'6 (three inches above the national average for women, she likes to remind people)

Steph - 5'5 (quick because she's shorter than everyone else, but tall enough she still has a fighting chance with a larger opponent)

Damian - 5'0 (adult height is 5'8-5'9, coincidentally this is also Talia's height...didn't inherit that gene from Bruce, rip buddy)

Bonus: Alfred is 5'11 but no one can firmly identify his true height if asked. He's both short and tall depending on the situation. Clark is 6'3 and lords that extra inch over Bruce all the time; Jason does the same, but to him instead. He's one inch taller than Superman - the Pit was totally worth it, huh?

[domnorian]

MY BRAIN JUJU HAS BEEN CHEMICALLY ALTERED by the kryptonian fangies (them also with the habit of biting when overwhelmed or underwhelmed to control emotions) ✨

Say no more, anon!

Bruce being an expert in anxiety and panic attacks gives me life.

[mysterycitrus]

European Dick Grayson could relate to immigrant story Superman probably

it’d be a super interesting parallel to both kara and clark — especially when dick ends up taking the nightwing mantle. like… u lose everything you’ve ever known, and everything there ever was, and u have to rebuild urself in an alien world that can be so unkind to u. i appreciate that a narrative through line for superman comics as a whole cause u see that with kon and chris as well. that’s crazy!!!

like…,, there’s a primary disconnection from ur culture as a result of violence (a mass extinction event in the case of krypton, and american bureaucracy with the graysons) but there’s also the reconnection. like, that kind of grief is profound. how do u mourn what’s gone if u don’t entirely know what was supposed to be there? how do u stop grieving a shared memory rather than just a place? that’s nuts. that connection is something u spend ur whole life rebuilding. the act of learning what you’ve lost and can’t return to is painful, and it never stops. it’s such a heavy burden to carry the weight of what came before u, and what u outlived. she still dreams of krypton!!

[secretidentie]

SuperBat but they're 2 complete strangers stuck sitting next to each other on a 16-hour long flight ✈️

What immediately makes this funny is that if Bruce is flying commercial he's already holding onto his sanity by a thread and is in no mood for bullshit. Clark on the other hand is really excited since it's probably his first time actually using a plane to fly. The daily planet already paid for his ticket and he doesn't want it to go to waste. He's kinda scared coz it's the first time he's had to rely on machinery to stay in the air instead of himself.

This starts off at the check-in queue with Clark claiming Bruce as his airport crush (since he's trying to do all the classic airport things). He's then pleasantly surprised when they're seated next to each other on the plane. This excitement dies pretty quickly when Bruce snaps at him for trying to make conversation.

This gets worse when Bruce (who has the window seat) decides to close the window and turning on the light to read. Since Clark can't look out the window (lead lined paint) to make sure everything's fine and can't sleep to distract himself he starts panicking a bit and ends up fighting with Bruce, telling him to keep the window open. Bruce starts questioning why he's freaking out over nothing and the fight culminates in Clark saying he was the sole survivor of the plane crash that killed his parents coz they threw him out with an open parachute while they blew up so seeing that the sky is clear keeps him calm (which is only sort of a lie if he squints).

Bruce obviously feels like a jerk but he's too stubborn to apologize out loud. Instead, after about an hour of silence, he gives Clark his snacks and looks away. Clark picks up on this being a piece offering and asks Bruce if he wants to watch a movie together. They get to know each other, joking and teasing then at some point during a movie Clark falls asleep on Bruce's shoulder and this is when Bruce realizes he's falling for this stranger he's known for all of 10 hours.

Unfortunately, his bliss is shortlived coz there's some unexpected turbulence. The violent shaking of the plane wakes up Clark who's panicking because if the plan goes down he knows he won't be able to get everyone to land on time and still keep his identity in check. But to Bruce it looks like Clark is having a trauma flashback so he tries to calm him down which surprisingly works when the plan levels out again.

The bad weather does still force the plane to land and all the passengers have to find somewhere to sleep for the night before their connecting flight. Luckily for Bruce, he already owns a penthouses in this city and he asks Clark to stay the night with him if he has nowhere else to go.

Idk what happens after that but I think this would be such a fun plot for a fic.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

I'm actually screaming at the steel chair I love that. Got any more?

Clark inspected your wrists and the rope burn tenderly. You seemed no worse for wear, and for that, he was thankful. Stili. He was going to baby you and coddle you until you begged him to stop- that just felt right.

"You okay?" you ask him, stroking his cheek.

"Fine, honey," he soothed, kissing your nose. "Shower, Bath?"

"Shower first," you sigh. "I'm filthy. Don't wanna sit in that."

Clark nodded. "Then a bath. And some wine. And something to eat," he said, mapping out a cozy night in for you. Creature comforts.

"Clark I'm okay-"

"And I was worried," he hummed, undressing you carefully. "I thought I lost you. That someone took you away from me."

"Boyscout, I-"

He shook his head and rubbed his nose against yours. "Don't apologize. You thought Dick was in trouble. That he needed you- so you came. And now I'm going to ake sure that You're okay. That you're safe and happy."

"And spoiled?"

"So spoiled," he chuckled. "You're going to sleep so good."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart," he hummed. "Bruce can deal with the rest of the mess tonight. My responsibility is you."

[mild-and-hammered]

When I asked for prompts @unshatters-your-teacup blessed me with

"Teeny tiny superbat prompts 👀 what about them hanging out on a rooftop mid-patrol?"

and

"Or maybe Clark interviewing Batman? (writers choice if they know each other’s identities)"

So here we go!

The Rooftop

“We can stop here,” Kal El said, floating down beside Bruce, where he crouched beside a gargoyle. “It’s been slow tonight.”

“Mmh,” Bruce grunted. He needed a rest,he knew, recently bruised ribs presenting their bill. He knew Superman knew it too. 

Kal El –Clark– sat on the edge, feet dangling off the side of the building in his bright red boots. He kicked them a little, like a little kid. Bruce scowled at the way it made him want to smile, and settled from his crouch into a seated pose that mirrored Clark’s. He did not kick his legs. 

Gotham often ranked among the top five, regularly top three, ugliest cities in the United States. Bruce had never thought so, but then, most people didn’t get to see it from the vantage point that he did. He wondered what Clark thought of it, comparing it to the mirrored glass and sparkle of Metropolis. Was he disgusted by the fetid Finger River to the north? Could he smell it from here? In the middle of summer Bruce could sometimes. That insalubrious bit of Old Gotham generally known as the Cauldron was certainly not the prettiest part of the city, but Bruce stared to the southeast, in the direction of the Belfry and some of Gotham’s better kept older buildings. Through the fine, misting rain, everything looked like a watercolor done in deep purples and navy shadows, here and there the amber of a street light flickered.

“It’s gorgeous,” Superman said, smiling softly. 

Bruce studied him, then decided he was indeed being sincere. He reached into his utility belt and found the lollipops he usually kept for frightened kids. He handed one to Clark, who grinned and unwrapped it. 

“You don’t even need to eat,” Bruce snarked, but there was no edge to it. 

“I don’t need to read books, go for walks, or visit friends either,” Clark said. He leaned back bracing himself on his arms. One red-gloved hand brushed against Bruce’s fingertips. Clark didn’t seem to notice. 

“I suppose you think that’s what you’re doing now? Visiting a friend?”

Clark grinned again, teasingly, and Bruce was glad of the cowl to hide his expression. 

“Aren’t I?”

“You’re certainly visiting.”

“You love it,” Clark said. 

Bruce stared at him, feeling the solar-flare warmth of him even through both of their gloves, burning away just at his fingertips. The bat signal lit the sky, briefly framing Clark’s profile in a halo. 

“I do,” he said, shooting a grappling hook at the next building over. 

-----------------------------

The Interview

Bruce had agreed to be interviewed as Batman for one reason only. It was a stupid reason, and when all of his various kids had expressed utter disbelief that he was being interviewed, he’d dodged their questions neatly, passing it off vaguely as a favor.

It wasn’t a favor.

Bruce was, well, he was just a little bit jealous maybe. The thing was, he and Superman had gotten close lately. Really close, really. He was probably one of Bruce’s closest friends, even if they didn’t know each other’s identities yet. Admittedly, Bruce’s other closest friends were Ollie and Dinah, Diana, and Harvey whenever he wasn’t trying to beat the shit out of Bruce.

He didn’t feel the same about Ollie and Dinah as he did about Kal El, though. Kal made his stomach swoop like he’d mistimed a grapple. And Kal spent a lot of time rescuing Lois Lane. Lois was smart, beautiful, and accomplished, Bruce had no issue with her as a person, he just wanted to know. 

So when she’d asked if the Daily Planet could get the inside scoop when Batman had saved a gala, he’d agreed. The interview could go both ways, perhaps. Although, he’d be much more subtle about inquiring into her dating life, of course. All things considered, he was ready for Lois Lane to meet him in Grant Park that evening. He was not prepared for Clark Kent, who was sitting on a bench hunched over a tiny notebook. Bruce only recognized the man from the blurry photo they put next to the byline in the Planet. 

“Oh!” The man said, standing up and promptly dropping the notebook, then, when he bent to pick up the notebook, the pen he’d stuck in his shirt pocket fell to the ground. He nearly brained himself on the underside of the bench scrabbling to pick it up. Behind the cowl, Bruce rolled his eyes. He was running on eight hours of sleep in the past three or four days, and the last thing he wanted was to sit through a half hour interview with the Daily Planet’s village idiot.

A voice in the back of his mind that sounded suspiciously like Alfred reminded him that he got rather mean when he was tired. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Kent said, at last standing and shifting pen and notebook to his left hand so he could  offer his right to shake. Bruce did not shake his hand. 

“I was expecting Miss Lane,” he said simply, letting his voice modulator turn it into a growl. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, she was really excited that the Planet got the exclusive with you, but she’s been scheduled for an interview with the mayor and–” Bruce waved a hand, dismissing the issue. 

“Go on,” he said. “Ask questions.”

“Why did you decide to fight crime?”

Bruce answered a few standard, rather banal questions, eyes flicking mostly around the park to make sure they weren’t being followed or otherwise hunted. He was secretly hoping to see the Bat Signal so he could have an excuse to leave without insulting the reporter who was, likely, a perfectly nice man. He just couldn’t tell Bruce what he wanted to know…probably.

“You work closely with Miss Lane?” Bruce asked, next time Kent was scribbling something. He finally really looked at the man, the line of his nose, the curve of his chin…

“Oh, yeah, we share a desk actually, Lois is great.”

“Must get annoying, all the flowers Superman gets her probably take up a lot of desk space.” It was not Bruce’s most subtle play. It was, in fact, a disastrously obvious one, but hopefully he could play it off as him being interested in Miss Lane, as opposed to Superman. Considering that half the tabloids in Gotham thought Batman was dating Bruce Wayne, he could deal with the rumor mill spinning that Batman had a crush on a reporter. 

Kent was blinking at him, full lips parted, dark brow furrowed. He was remarkably pretty, in a way that niggled at Bruce’s mind. He’d seen the man before, but sleep deprivation and deja vu were mixing in an odd way. 

“You mean the daisies she got for her birthday? How did you– world’s greatest detective, of course, but um, I think those were from her dad, she didn’t like them all that much.”

“Hmm,” Bruce said, keeping his face carefully neutral. At least Superman wasn’t dropping roses off for her every day or anything. 

“Speaking of Superman, do you like him?”

“What?” Bruce worked hard to keep the shock from his voice.

“Oh, I mean working with him, you’re both Justice League members, and all that. Are you two friends or just colleagues?”

Ah, of course Metropolis’ newspaper actually wanted to interview Batman about their local golden boy. He wasn’t particularly upset about it. 

“Superman is one of my closest friends,” he said simply, trying not to panic at being so plain about it. 

“That’s very high praise,” Kent said. Was he blushing? Why was he blushing?

“Not exactly, I have very few,” Bruce said, feeling the poison of sleep deprivation sinking hooks further into his brain. The stupid reporter was cute when he blushed. 

“However,” Bruce continued, realizing how his statement could be construed. “Kal El is someone I trust completely to have my back. He’s an asset to the Justice League, and those of us that get a chance to know him are truly lucky.”

“Wow,” Clark breathed, scribbling. “What about you Mister, uh, Batman, who knows you?” 

Bruce froze at the question and blue eyes widened behind thick-framed glasses.

“Oh no, I meant uh, when you aren’t in the cape…readers want to know…there’s rumors you’re dating Brucie Wayne.”

“Mister Wayne is an acquaintance,” Bruce said, simply. Of course, the gossip mill did love to turn. 

“No comment, then,” Kent said wryly. “Understood. Between the two of us, I think you could do better.”

“Do you?” 

“W-well,” Kent stuttered. “All I mean is that you deserve someone who���understands the burden, I think. Of the cape.”

“And what do you know of the ‘burden of the cape’,” Bruce said, smirking slightly. 

“Nothing, obviously, it was just a silly thought.” Kent’s face was so red, scarlet even in the dim light as the sun set and lamps flickered on in the park. Scarlet like a cape… The man bit his lip and the dimple on his chin…

“Kal?” Bruce whispered.

Mortification, then guilt flickered across Kent’s face. Then he sighed, resignation tipping his broad shoulders downward. He pulled off the glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. 

“I guess I should know better than to try and fool you, B,” he said. “Sorry for the–” he waved a hand at himself, the notebook, the park in general. “Everything. Lois really is busy, though, and the Planet still wanted the interview.”

“You have a day job at the Daily Planet?” Bruce asked. 

“Yes,” Kal said, then, for the second time that night, he stuck out his hand to shake. “Clark Kent, mild mannered reporter from Kansas, at your service.”

“Batman, bad mannered protector of Gotham,” Bruce said, shaking his hand. Kal– Clark– laughed. 

“Why ask about Bruce?” Bruce asked. He wasn’t opposed to Kal knowing, certainly not now that Bruce had uncovered his secret, but he wanted to know if he had let something slip. 

“Oh,” Kal said, blushing. He looked more human, much more like a Clark-from-Kansas when he did that, as opposed to Kal El-from-Krypton. “It’s very silly, please don’t tell anyone.”

“Who would I tell?”

“I wanted to know if you were seeing someone,” Kal said. “I don’t know, I guess I just wondered if…”

“Mmh,” Bruce grunted as Kal trailed off miserably. “I agreed to the interview to find out if you were dating Lois Lane.”

“What?” Kal’s head came up, eyes confused. “Why–oh, I guess my dating life could be a liability for the league. Especially since Lois gets kidnapped so much now, when we’re just friends.”

“Just friends?”

“Yeah.”

Bruce hesitated a long while. “I was not considering the league in my inquiries,” he said at last. 

“No?”

“No. Do you really think I could do better than Bruce Wayne?”

“Um, I don’t know if better was actually fair of me to say–”

“What about you, do you think you could do better than Bruce Wayne?”

Kal, Clark, gaped at Bruce. “I’d never really–”

Bruce pulled off the cowl. 

[tiffycat]

2 with clois?

the couple ever

ask meme (reqs closed)

[blue-hail]

If Jimmy Olson was white in my adventures with Superman there would be sooo much ship art/fanfic of him and Clark- or the three of them but instead y’all decided to rob yourself

[incorrectbatfam]

Thoughts on the mint acting like comic art is “uniquely American” and then talking about Superman who literally was first drawn by a non-American

Comics as an art form in general is weird because what exactly constitutes a comic? Like technically you can call cave paintings the first comics. And the different elements, like sequential images and text boxes, were developed across Europe and India over the course of centuries.

The modern superhero comics we're talking about did originate in America though. The first was technically Hugo Hercules, who first appeared in the Chicago Tribune in 1902. But what we all know is the 1938 Action Comics that brought Superman and superheroes to the mainstream.

Superman's creators, Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster, were both American. Siegel was born in Cleveland and Shuster immigrated to the US from Canada when he was 9. That's pretty cut-and-dry.

And we can talk all day about their Jewish heritage and immigrant background since those are the themes of Superman's origin, but I feel like that's a different conversation which others are better equipped to lead than me. Hell, it took forever to find the words for this and I know I probably fumbled it somewhere.

But the original post is not wrong. A call for a poll just isn't the greatest place for nuance.

[timbit-robin-art]

please… please… please j’onn x clark art… aliens in love… i miss them… would you be so kind?

Bogos binted lookin ahh.

[frownyalfred]

CLARK FINDING OUT BRUCE'S HAIR IS CURLEYYYYY

It’s funny for two possible reasons: 1) Bruce looks even hotter with his hair mussed, sweaty, and starting to curl (duh) or 2) Clark is like WAIT, you have curly hair too?

[blackbatofel]

What are Clark & Bruce's love languages for each other?

I think Bruce's would be acts of service and gifts. He's a fixer, and he'll jump at any opportunity to help others, specially those he loves. Thing is, he's also a bit controlling (understatement of the century), so he'll most likely do these acts of service without asking first (same with the gifts), and I can imagine that, at least in the beginning, it'll bother Clark. But he'll eventually get that that's how Bruce shows he loves him, and he'll make a point to ask him to not intervene whenever he deems necessary.

I can also imagine a situation where Clark tells him he doesn't like expensive gifts, so Bruce's solution is to make his gifts more personalized and meaningful. Bruce would give Clark the most earth-shattering sweet gift, like something he made with his own hands and worked on for months, and he would just shrug and say "it's nothing, I just thought you would like it" while Clark is on the verge of tears.

Clark's love languages would be words of affirmation and quality time. It's canon that he doesn't shy away from telling it to Bruce how it is (more often than not, that means calling him on his bullshit), and I don't think it would be any different when it comes to telling him directly how much he cares for him and showing his affection with words. Of course, Bruce would short-circuit for a second, but he'll get used to it. I also like to think that Clark would try to make time to be with Bruce as often as he could. He would visit him at the cave and accompany him while he works, or drop by during patrol just to say hi.

[francisofgotham1]

thoughts on Superman?

One of, if not the, best hero characters ever created.

If written correctly, he is the hope and the best of all of us. He didn't start on his hero journey because he lost something or someone, but because helping others is the right thing to do. Superman is simply a good man that wants to do good for the best of reasons.

While Batman scares those that intend to do harm and comforts the downtrodden, Superman is the shield of the innocent and the hope to everyone. It shows to all the characters in-universe, and even the readers, that the desire to help doesn't have to come from trauma.

But this only works if the writer remembers to write Superman with a sense of humanity, and not "inhuman".

Of course, there is so much more that we could go into analyzing his character, storylines, motivations, what else makes him great, but I think these initial thoughts cover the most of it for now. Thank you so much for the ask!

[butcherlarry]

Weekly Fic Rec 40

It's been another ten fic rec lists, so you know what that means! A random list of recommendations of something not Superbat/Batfam/DC related. This time, it's meat related! Tbh, I don't know why I haven't done that before, lol.

Anyway, on to the fics!

Latchey by goldkirk - Batfam, complete. Tim joins the family early fic! He also runs a blog full of all his batfam photos (secretly, of course).

Fears Unfounded by OdosBucket - Superbat and Batfam, complete. Jason has some worries about Bruce's new partner, Clark.

Mission: seducing Superman by Speechless_since_1998 - Superbat, wip. Battinson figures the only way to stop Superman is to seduce him. Shenanigans ensue. Selina, Harley, and Ivy help.

The Price of Blame by AlexaAffect - Batfam, complete. Jason finds out that his siblings keep blaming their fuck ups on him to Bruce. He decides to start charging for his services. Shenanigans ensue.

painted blind by IHadHimOnTheRopes (CarterReid) - Superbat, wip. More of the soulmates fic, but from Clark's POV.

non-disclosure agreement by pomeloquat - Banebat, complete. A very good, very smutty fic from the BBWO collection. Also it's a pomeloquat fic, which are always a delight to read.

all that he can hold by shipyrds - Superbat, complete. Another lovely, smutty fic, with a focus on breathplay/choking. It also gets very Soft at the end, which I also enjoyed.

Borrowing a Bed by Anonymous - Superwonderbat, complete. A short fic where they all share a bed at the Kent house. Bruce is in the middle, of course.

Behind Closed Doors by Taxi_Cab_To_Slowtown - Pennywaynes, complete. Ace Thomas and his lovely spouses, Martha and Alfred :)

(Love) Triangles Have Multiple Centers by frozenpotions -Superbat, wip. More of the identity porn fic. Dick makes an appearance and he is a Delight.

Gently in the Night by Internedionality - Cloisbat, complete. Bruce isn't doing to well after Jason's death. Clark helps, then Lois. More Ace Bruce, because I'm a sucker for that.

The Heart Grows Fonder by Yippekia - Superbat, wip. Another lovely smutty fic from the BBWO collection. Clark goes off planet, but leaves some company behind to take care of Bruce :)

a sky of honey by TheResurrectionist - Superbat, wip. More of the omgaverse Superbat fic. Clark finally meets Jason.

nocturn by TheResurrectionist - Superbat, complete. Part of a room full of coral series. What Lex is doing in 'a sky of honey' when Bruce is going through his heat with Clark. He has a big sad, Bruce and Clark help.

Custody Exchange by SalParadiseLost - Bruharvey, complete. A creepy fic, just in time for the holiday! Jason is the child of Bruce and Harvey. Bruce is a monster, and so is Jason. Bruce and Harvey share custody.

Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 - Superbat, wip. More of the mer Bruce fic! Also, Bruce is back!!

we shall be free; we shall find peace by mediant - Superbat (eventually), wip. More of Clark being a long time prisoner of Lex. Latest chapter was sad (not that that's a bad thing!), but Kon is a teen now!

And now for the meat recommendations! I grew up on a beef farm raising Angus, so most of these are going to be beef since I'm biased that way. But if you poke me, I could give you some recommendations of some other species too (except fish, not a lot of experience there).

Of steaks that come from the middle meats (ribeye, loin), I have a fondness of ribeye steak. BUT ONLY if it comes from the front of the ribeye roll. The reason why is because there is a cap muscle that wraps around the major loin muscle (longissimus dorsi) called the spinalis dorsi. It's so much more tender and flavorful than the actual ribeye muscle.

Below is an example of what I mean. It's that flat muscle wrapping around the oval shaped one:

Next is the Flat Iron steak! That muscle is called the infraspinatus, and is the second most tender muscle in the carcass! And also cheaper than the most tender muscle, the tenderloin (like, more than half the price per pound). It comes from the chuck, or shoulder of the beef carcass, and hangs out on top of the shoulder blade.

Below is a picture. Note, there is a thick piece of connective tissue that lays in the middle of the muscle. It has to be filleted out (sort of like fish), then you'll have two long strips of meat. This picture has the connective tissue out.

My finally recommendation is a more economic option, cube steak! It comes from the back leg, or round of the carcass. I tend to not like meat that comes from this primal because I always find it so dry and tough. Most of the time, my family just grinds it all for ground beef (adding fat trim so it's not so lean). But, we do request or make cube steak whenever we get one of our beef carcasses processed. Eye of round (this is the same muscle as your hamstring in your leg) is used, but top or bottom round can be used as well. Since those muscles are so tough, they are mechanically tenderized using a cuber, where you drop the meat through some blades a few times until it's tender. I like to bread mine in seasoned flour, brown them, and then drop in a crock pot with cream of mushroom soup or cream of chicken soup (sometimes both if it's a large batch). It cooks while I'm at work, and when I get home, I make some potatoes to go with my meat and gravy. I have fond memories eating this after a cold day of helping Dad with farm chores as a kid.

Below is an example:

Again, if you want any recommendations for other species, let me know! But to be honest, a lot of the cuts from a pork or lamb carcass is the same as a beef, it's just smaller with (maybe) a different name.

Happy reading (and eating)!

[violent138]

Diana too, she wouldn’t tolerate them being idiots. I can imagine her lassoing them to get things sorted quickly

(Agree with you absolutely) I also think Diana's known them so long, she's utterly immune to their bickering. It's background noise, especially when it's not end of the world serious.

Right before heading off on mission, she'd ask if they want anything, take their arguing as permission to go grab black coffee, return and keep flying the plane business as usual. There's a little too much comedy potential for her being entirely unbothered and extremely competent during the mission while Clark stacks arguments so Bruce can't get a word in and Bruce tries and fails to give Clark the cold shoulder because Clark baits him back into the argument.

Additional: Hal would shame them into shutting up or physically put up a barrier between them, offer couples therapy, compare them to this weird girl he had a few dates with, and Superbat would patch it up while Clark tried to stop Bruce killing Hal.