Clark leaned against a bank of computers, carefully judging it so he didn't leave more than a very slight indentation. "I'm sure you've read the Iliad, Bruce."

Bruce didn't look up but Clark flicked to x-ray vision and saw him tense under the deceptive fall of his cloak. "Approximately thirty-seven translations and three versions of the Greek. Your point?"

"I was just thinking. There are certain similarities between Helen of Troy and Dick."

If Bruce tensed his jaw any tighter, Clark reflected, his teeth would start to shatter.

"I mean, they've both had cities destroyed around them. Perhaps even because of them."

Goodness. Bruce was actually growling. So quietly that a human wouldn't be able to hear it but he was definitely growling.

"Didn't you ever wonder about how close he was to Slade?"

"Shut. Up."

Clark smiled benevolently.