"You pinned an angry teenager who attacked you to a wall." Whatever Clark had almost done, he hadn't actually done much. "An angry teenager who had been told to give you space, and who might not be much of a threat to you but is a fully capable fighter."

As for the rest... Bruce looked at Clark's hand shaking and then back to Clark's face. "I don't know if you can or not. I don't know if he'll let anyone help him. I certainly don't expect you to. He's mine and my responsibility." HE didn't want Clark to overextend himself, at all. Or to risk and feel failure. "But he's a good kid in spite of the shit."

And Clark was a good man in spite of the shit.