Clark stood on the ledge of the penthouse that Bruce had got you, a hand nervously in his pocket, and the other rubbing the back of his messy black hair that was blowing in the night breeze. His expression was torn and a bit unsure, as he stared out over the Gotham city skyline, the lights of the city twinkling against the night sky. A moment of silence passed, and he finally spoke with a low mutter.

"I- I could treat you better than him, you know..."