Bruce knows exactly what he wants. He's thought about it, dreamed about it, and fantasized about it. He doesn't have a vague idea, he has graphic, detailed, vivid images and ideas. He knows so intimately that he can all but feel it and -

And none of it has to do with feeling good, by any sane definition.

He growls in return, tense and - defensive. "I want my blood under your nails and in your teeth, Clark." Yep, defensive and he's using this as a weapon. It's true, but he's still - using it as a weapon. If he can make Clark leave, shock him into leaving, then he's prepared for it and in control of it. "I want to be black, blue, broken and taken apart. You impaling me? That thing that shocked you so much, left you so guilty you could hardly stand yourself? Had you been in your right mind, you wouldn't have been capable of it. It might almost have been enough for me." He jerked forward and away, let go of Clark's hand or tried.

"Dick wanted to see you before he left."