Bruce had pretty impressive control over his body, but it was conscious control. That meant for the time being he was very, very capable of holding it, but that it was virtually impossible for him to do so long term. Which meant-

Which meant now that he realized why Clark had been asking for what he'd been asking for and grasped the scope of it, that what Clark needed Clark was going to get. Or, at least, Bruce would do his damned best to hold this and when he couldn't he'd have to suck it up and be direct.

Or consider drugs.

Maybe all of it.

"If this works," he said, voice deliberately pitched so low and quiet it was more subvocalizing than really speaking, "then this is what we do."