The little black box felt heavier than it should have, sitting on the polished mahogany table between them. Inside, nestled on a bed of dark velvet, was a ring, a work of art, really. It wasn't just gold and diamonds; it was a complex lattice of an unheard-of alloy, shimmering with a faint, internal light, and the central stone was cut in a way that mimicked the unique swirling patterns you loved. It was Bruce's way of proving his love, a tangible monument to a devotion that knew no bounds.

Clark stood beside him, admiring the craftsmanship. "It's incredible, Bruce," he said, his voice soft with genuine awe.

"But... what if they don't like it?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "I had it custom-made. It's perfect."

"I know, I know." Clark's mind, however, was running a mile a minute. What if you preferred something simpler? Something less… flashy? His heart was in his throat. He reached out, taking the box from Bruce's hand to examine the ring more closely. It was a damn good ring, no doubt, but what if it wasn't your style? What if it was too much? He felt a pang of worry, a familiar feeling of inadequacy creeping in. His super hearing could pick up your heartbeat from a city away, but he still couldn't read your mind. He just wanted to make you happy.

"How much did you pay for this, anyway?" Clark asked, trying to sound casual.

Bruce gave a small, smug smile. "A king's ransom."

"Come on, really," Clark pressed. "Just tell me."

Bruce smirked. "Eight figures, pretty good i know, no need to praise me."

Clark's eyes widened. "Bloody billionaire," he muttered, shaking his head.

"Trillionaire," Bruce corrected, his tone flat. "Get it right."

Clark rolled his eyes, a playful smirk on his face. "Same thing."

"Same thing?" Bruce said, slight aggression in his voice. "There's a massive difference."

Their bickering continued, their voices a low murmur that filled the cavernous space. They were so lost in their debate that they didn't hear the soft click of the elevator doors or the gentle footsteps approaching. They didn't see you standing there, a small smile on your face, your heart fluttering at the sight of them together.

"Hey, guys," you said, your voice a warm melody that cut through their argument. They both froze, snapping out of their bickering.

Clark's eyes went wide, and he immediately stuffed the ring box behind his back, a forced, awkward grin plastered on his face. Bruce, on the other hand, simply gave a nonchalant wave. "Hey, love."