Bruce turned and walked toward another piece of equipment.
It was a high-temperature testing machine, a sealed cylindrical chamber with a viewing window in its airtight door.
Once he stopped in front of it, he said, "Next is the high-temperature test."
Clark looked at the machine, already knowing the answer. "Is that really necessary? When it comes to temperature, I actually..."
His body could absorb the power of a yellow sun. Even all the heat in Gotham would amount to little more than a warm bath for him.
Ririko poked her head out from behind him, her voice brimming with unusual enthusiasm. "Yes, it is! Hurry up and strip."
Bruce coughed lightly.
Ririko turned to him, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. "Don't you want a look?"
Feeling a certain competitive urge, Bruce kept a straight face as he told Clark, "Hurry up and strip."
He wanted to see just how much the Kryptonian was packing.
Clark glanced at the two behind him, each harboring their own ulterior motives. He had no choice but to set his camera aside and take off his plaid shirt, followed by his fitted white T-shirt...
He revealed a perfectly proportioned body, his muscles full and smoothly defined, every one of them exactly where it belonged.
Finally, he bent down to remove his shoes and socks, stacked them neatly to one side, and covered himself in front and behind with his hands as he stepped into the high-temperature testing machine. The door closed behind him.
Bruce walked over to the console. His finger paused over a button before he began gradually raising the temperature.
The numbers on the screen climbed: two hundred, four hundred, eight hundred, fifteen hundred...
The heating elements shifted from dark red to bright orange, and the air inside the chamber