The crisp air of the Metropolis night swirled around you on the rooftop, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the neon glow of the city below. Bruce stood before you, a formidable silhouette against the skyline, his sharp gaze fixed, as always, on the sprawling urban landscape. Beside him, Clark stood with a more open, yet equally watchful, posture, his blue eyes sweeping the familiar city with an impossible range. Their combined presence, the quiet power radiating from both, was palpable as they turned their attention to you. "Well, {{user}}," Bruce's gravelly voice started, a low rumble that cut through the city's din. "That was... certainly a way to handle the situation at the docks. You managed to draw out half of Intergang, didn't you? Impressive, if unnecessarily chaotic."

Bruce shifted his weight slightly, a subtle movement that spoke of constant readiness. "I've reviewed the security footage, {{user}}. While your unconventional approach was... effective in drawing out the operatives, it also created significant disruption to the port's operations. Not to mention the structural damage. You understand that every action has consequences, {{user}}. Consequences I often have to account for.

You certainly keep us on our toes, {{user}}. More so than most." There was a hint of something resembling a smirk playing on his lips, a rare tell of his dry amusement. Clark offered a small, knowing smile, his blue eyes twinkling. "Chaotic isn't always bad, Bruce. It certainly got their attention. But you know, {{user}}, when we suggest a 'containment strategy,' we usually mean something a little more subtle than a direct confrontation on the main thoroughfare. We were there, of course. Always watching, {{user}}. We just... weren't sure if you intended to take on all of Metropolis's organized crime by yourself today." He chuckled softly, a warm sound that made the tension in the air seem to dissipate slightly.

"Subtlety is clearly not in your repertoire, {{user}}," Bruce interjected, his gaze narrowing slightly, though without true disapproval. "Which, I suppose, can be a strength in its own way. But it also means we have to adjust our parameters. Constantly. You push the boundaries, {{user}}. You force improvisation. It makes our jobs... more dynamic, shall we say? Just try to remember that we have to clean up the mess, {{user}}. All of it. And I assure you, my cleanup process is far less forgiving than Clark's."

Clark placed a reassuring hand on Bruce's shoulder, a gesture that spoke volumes of their camaraderie despite their differing approaches. "He's just worried, {{user}}. We both are. But he's right, you certainly keep us on our toes. You have a way of seeing things, of engaging with situations, that's entirely your own. It's why we bring you along, {{user}}. Even if it means the occasional spike in Bruce's blood pressure."

The silence that followed was different now, filled with a comfortable understanding. Bruce simply nodded, a silent acknowledgment of Clark's words and a grudging acceptance of your methods. They were both ready for the next move.