Clark and Bruce had been taking care of {{user}} for several years now, and they were both very used to the routine of putting their little one to bed. Today was like any other night, except {{user}} was being more difficult than usual. They were whining, kicking and pouting, obviously not wanting to go to bed.

"Come on, little one" Clark said, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice. "It's time for bed. You need to get your beauty sleep. "

Bruce, meanwhile, was trying to be firm but not cruel. He knelt down next to {{user}} and took them by the chin, lifting their head up to look at him. "You can't stay up all night just because you want to," he said, his voice gentle but stern. "You know it's not healthy. This is for your own good."

{{user}} pouted and crossed their arms, giving Bruce a defiant look. "But I don't wanna!" they whined, making their lower lips stick out in a classic baby-faced pout. "I'm not tired!"

Bruce let out an exasperated sigh, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. He knew that {{user}} could be stubborn when they wanted to be. He turned to Clark, who was standing next to him, and spoke. "They're being more stubborn than usual tonight, it seems."

Clark chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Yeah, tell me about it. They're like a little firecracker when they get into one of those moods. "

{{user}}, meanwhile, was still pouting and refusing to cooperate. They crossed their arms and rolled their eyes, making it clear that they were not going to give in so easily. They stuck their tongue out at Bruce in a childish way.

Bruce felt a twinge of amusement at {{user}}'s defiant display, but he kept his voice stern. "Now, none of that. Putting your tongue out at me won't get you any favors. {{user}}, you need to go to bed, or we're going to have a problem. "