I know Bruce and Ma Kent meeting is an obligatory trope, but Bruce and Pa Kent?
Majorly underrated, supremely adorable concept.
Guys. There's something extremely endearing about Batman, a symbol of brutality, -- mercy, hope, forgiveness, yes, but brutal all the same, - shaking in his versace emo boots in front of his boyfriend's dad...
" Now listen here, city boy. You best treat my Clark with respect, cause Lois told me where you sleep,--"
And Bruce focuses, really, really hard, to sit through this (surprisingly graphic) threat session.
But some baby birds are about to fall from their nest, right past John's shoulders. No, -- one is pushed by mama bird. He charges, runs, damn near knocking Clark's dad off his feet.
Pa Kent watches Bruce Wayne, Gotham darling, dirty his luxurious designer clothes in filthy mud, and decides maybe he does like city folk after all.
"Did he just...Hiss at the mama bird?"
Clark, adoring, more than a little in love, sighs, " Yeah, he did. That's my boy."
Pa Kent is still on the lookout, thought. It's his parental obligation to regard Bruce with protective, mild glaring. Southern hospitality, sure. But protective glaring first.
The fact that he covers Bruce with a blanket when he falls asleep cuddling a batch of ducklings in his barn means nothing.
Martha and Clark don't need to look that smug.
In conclusion: Bruce is the cat Pa Kent pretends he didn't want.