This was so great! Some of the lines were just killer--the whole thing about the dry-cleaning cracked me up, and Bruce's plans to deal with his contingencies is so very Bruce.


The boyscout grinned like he’d won the lottery *and* discovered the true meaning of Christmas--he had just come back from the dead, so even drying paint must seem miraculous, in context--and Bruce felt something odd vibrate in the region of his heart.

God...he was going to need another plan, wasn’t he.

Oh, Bruce. I don't think you're ever going to be able to plan enough to fully take Clark into acccount.