LOL okay so I keep seeing this post going around and I was just talking about BvS Clark Kent and the fact he’s probably not going to be able to afford to live down town in a nice part of Metropolis on a first year stringer salary. (Like Lex Luthor owns 80% of the city. You think he enforces rent control?) So, naturally, movie Supes lives in the shittiest outskirts of town on the fifth floor of some train yard adjacent apartment complex and owns, like, a single mattress, a mini-fridge, and a microwave and one really nice armoire his mother sent him from Kansas. (He didn’t have the heart to tell her he lives in a shitty apartment far too shitty for her antique armoire.)
So old-man Batman breaks in one night to investigate him and is, like, appalled. It’s a Billy Batson level of sad situation. Now, imagine being Superman and you’ve never met Batman; as far are you know he’s a weirdo across the Bay with an anger problem and you wake up and hes just peering over you and says in the saddest voice, “You live like this?”
And because you’re Superman but also mild-mannered reporter Clark Kent and not immediately obligated to scream in terror you say, “Yes. So…uh, you can rob me but you won’t get much?”
And Bats just backs out the window he came through.
Over the next week nicer furniture keeps showing up at Clark’s door and he doesn’t know how to tell Lois Batman broke into his apartment, felt sorry for him, and is now anonymously shipping him expensive stuff. This says some really weird things about Gotham’s already weird vigilante.
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