That was exactly what he meant and it gave him a visceral little thrill that whatever weird thing that was between the two of them now, the big blue boyscout wasn't allowed here. Patrol was for him and Bruce. Gotham was theirs.

Clark, for his part, was floating within the caves on his way into the main chamber, waiting for them to leave.

...he loved Bruce, he really did. But he'd start looking for a good spot to work and, if that didn't work, possibly a few nice apartments in Gotham.