Ririko slipped her phone into her pocket, stepped closer to him, and held up a finger:
"First, expose this smuggling deal and bring Galavan down. Second, pay me for the exclusive."
"Most importantly, from now on, whenever I want to see you, you have to show up."
She reached out and lightly poked his chest beneath the jacket he had just put on, before he had a chance to zip it up. "You can fly, after all. That shouldn't be too hard for you, right?"
Clark flushed from his ears all the way down to his neck. He lowered his head and mumbled, "All right..."
Bruce pushed through the oak front doors in a rush and found Ririko sitting on the arm of the sofa.
Her cascading hair wasn't hanging smoothly as usual. It was a little tousled, as though she had just come back from outside and hadn't had time to fix it.
He stopped. "Were you out just now?"
Ririko raised a hand to smooth her hair and said casually, "No, I was waiting for you to come home."
She didn't look Bruce in the eye as she said it.
In truth, Clark had carried her home through the air. He was more than twice as fast as the Batmobile, landing on the lawn of Wayne Manor in the blink of an eye.
As quick and convenient as Clark's ability was, a luxury car still suited her better-
All that wind and sun up in the air would roughen her skin. No amount of face masks could make up for it.
Bruce didn't press her. He walked up to her and said excitedly:
"Someone who could fly showed up at the arms factory tonight. He lifted an entire shipping container into the air by himself and destroyed