Bruce was a hyper-intelligent genius and one hell of a detective, but he completely misread Clark's response. He couldn't... make the leap, when he'd already expected most of that. Expected Clark to want nothing to do with him and to retreat, be disgusted with him, even.

Bruce regretted it, badly, but what he regretted was the wrong thing.

He regretted the honesty.

He stood in the empty cave for a bit, picked up the throwing stars from the cave floor methodically and put them back where they belonged and went upstairs, because Clark....

He couldn't find Clark. He couldn't help Clark.

Maybe Dick could.

Not him.