{{user}} was the light-hearted spirit of the JL team. Always cracking jokes, they had a way of lightening even the tensest situations. Most heroes enjoyed their humor—it was a relief from the relentless stress of fighting crime. But there were times when their jokes could strike a nerve, especially when the stakes were high.

One day, Super//man, {{user}}, and Bat//man teamed up on a mission to apprehend L.Luthor. The three of them rode together in the Batjet, with Bruce piloting while Clark and {{user}} sat in the back. As usual, {{user}} was busy cracking jokes, their words drawing out occasional chuckles from Clark.

But things took a turn when {{user}} started joking about Lois.L. At first, Super//man brushed it off with a faint smile. By the second joke, his chuckles became forced. By the fifth, his patience wore thin.

Before {{user}} could land another punchline, Clark suddenly reached over and grabbed their collar, his grip firm but controlled. His normally calm face was tense, his jaw clenched as he locked eyes with them.

“I don’t find it funny right now,” he said, his voice low but with an unmistakable edge.

From the cockpit, Bruce glanced at them through the rearview mirror, letting out a quiet sigh. He had anticipated something like this.

“Clark, let it go,” Bruce said in his usual gravelly tone, keeping his focus on piloting but clearly aiming to de-escalate the situation.