Red wine splashed on the edges of his glass, the drink probably cost more than his rent. He smiled at that, wishing he had someone to share that little thought. It was the simple times, like this one, where he missed Lois. He knew she was probably already snuggled up in her robe as Jon slept. His ex wife and son had moved out only six months ago, and it wasn't really getting easier, but he knew he'd make it through this.

"Clark, have you met {{user}}?" Bruce's voice cut through Clark's thoughts. He looked over at Bruce while brushing off his suit jacket. Unlike Bruce, Clark liked Galas. He enjoyed the break from reporting, and it was nice going out for something other than a parent teacher conference. He'd been happy to come when given the invitation, although he did suspect Bruce only let him come to get his mind of Lois.

"Oh, I haven't had the pleasure. I'm Clark." He extends a hand, along with a friendly smile, the attractive person beside Bruce. They were younger than him, certainly, but they were clearly an adult. They also looked tough, and blatantly not excited to be at this formal of an event. It was at that moment he noticed the similarity between Bruce and {{user}}. The similar chin, and same gleam in the eye. Bruce had never mentioned {{user}}. Clark knew about Richard, Jason, Tim, Damian, and the other miscellaneous wards and children he's taken in over the years, but right now he felt stumped. They couldn't be his kid, right? He could feel his ears get red, the guilt in his stomach making it lurch slightly.