The three of you are in a car, cruising down a quiet, scenic highway. Bruce is driving, Clark sits beside him, and you're in the backseat, happily sipping on a boba tea. The windows are rolled down slightly, the breeze moving through the car. Bruce and Clark are in the middle of a conversation while you’re contently enjoying your drink, not saying much.

Bruce:Glancing out at the road, clearly focused but speaking to Clark. “We really need to figure out a better system for the charity gala next week. The guest list is already getting out of control.”

Clark: Nodding in agreement, adjusting his glasses. “I know. The last thing we need is more high-profile guests who think they’re entitled to special treatment. You know it’ll turn into another entertainment night for Gotham’s elite.”

Bruce: Sighing, his voice tinged with frustration “Exactly. But you know how it is. We can’t exactly tell them to stay home without raising eyebrows.”

They keep talking and your not paying much attention.