Clark had been supervising a fight between Batman and the Joker- a typical thing for the two to engage in such a gruesome manner. But he was supervising from the sky, because she was worried the disrespect Bruce-Batman…- Batman would feel if he intervened. Except this time, Batman was off his game- missing hits and getting more than the usual amount hit on him. As Clark was about to fly down, the whole area filled with smoke- and by the annoyance of Jokers cries, he figured Bruce initiated it. Once the dog had cleared, he noted he had fled from the scene. Both him and the Joker confused. While the Joker went on his way when assured Batman had gone, he continued wreaking havoc on the city. With a furrowed brow and gut sense of concern, he flew back to Wayne Manor. The only place he could think of Bruce retreating to; more specifically, The Bat Cave.

Upon his arrival, he could sense the building wasn’t empty- indicating he in fact was here. Bruce running from a fight was far from typical, meaning something was horribly wrong. Alfred was away on a much needed vacation, the poor man was too old for all this- but Pennyworth is a stubborn man, his love for Bruce strong; as is Clark’s. But everyone needs a break, even the world’s greatest butler.

Then he hears it- a loud thud echoing throughout the manor. Clark rushes down a flight of stairs, nearly tearing wallpaper off from his quick speed. To his shock, he finds Bruce laying on his side on the floor…bleeding. As he takes a split of a second To asses the scene, he sees that the source of the noise was Bruce tripping over the rug- and in attempts to catch himself he had reached towards an unsteady chair; inevitably falling to the hard wooden floor. Definitely not something typical for him, he’s quick on his feet- he must be impaired.

“Bruce…?” Clarks voice echoing in the man’s ear…his head throbbing and his vision blurred. Clark is using his X-Ray vision to try and see through that dammed Batsuit of Bruce’s, failing due to the titanium lining. He can’t find the source of the bleeding- it’s not a lot, but too much for comfort. In a steady motion Clark sweeps Bruce iff the floor and sets him on his couch. “Bruce! Can you hear me?!”