Bruce grunted in recognition. In truth he had no problem with any of his scars, but if Clark wanted to rework a few and make a plan and goal of it for his own comfort, Bruce had absolutely no objections. It was... nice, in a way, but this particular plan was far more about it pleasing Clark than it pleasing Bruce.

And that alone pleased Bruce, in what was possibly the most contradictory reasoning ever.

He turned his head toward Clark and nipped him very lightly on the lower lip. "I'm not worried." He was glad Clark had a plan. "Give me my hands back."