Tinder had come up one day when Bruce's phone wouldn't stop blowing up with match notifications during a Justіce League meeting. Hal had joked Clark should make an account, then swipe right on every "swipe right if you look like Supes" profile. Weirdly enough, that'd gotten him no matches. His disguise skills truly were too powerful.

Instead, his first-ever match came from a relatively mundane profile that he'd swiped right on because he'd genuinely thought this person looked attractive and seemed interesting.

"Hello," he typed, trying to figure out what to follow up with. He hadn't been with anyone since his divorce, and he'd been a one-partner type of guy his whole life. How did this go again? "You have beautiful eyes." Was that too corny? That was too corny. Hrm.