Clark and Diana attending some gala in Gotham and nothing happens except that Diana is 100% that one guy in the corner? Yeah, he's an arms dealer and he's actually wanted by Interpol. If he's here, that means that there's probably a link to a Gotham crime syndicate and there's going to be a drop tonight or soon. Diana is all for causing a distraction, taking the guy out and Lasso-ing the truth out of him but the guy's security is everywhere and Clark admits that each of them is packing enough bullets to turn this 7th Annual Children's Hospital Fundraiser sponsored by Wayne Enterprises into that one hospital obsessed with colour theory.
Diana: We could find a way to cause a distraction, something to get him away from his muscle long enough to get the info we need.
Clark: Fire alarm? That would get the kids out of the-
Bruce, sighing: Clark, hold this.
Clark: *stares at the champagne flute which is actually filled with sparkling apple juice*
Bruce: *sidles over to the guy with a winning smile, thanking him for coming and flirting so shamelessly that people around them don't know where to look*
Diana: What is his angle?
Bruce: *he and the guy slip away*
Diana: Is Bruce really-?
Clark: *glass in his hand straining*
Diana, grinning now: I hope he cut off his comms. Otherwise the Watchtower is about to get an earful.
Bruce, returning a few minutes later, a little rumpled but his usual serious, stoic self: They're making a drop tonight. Gotham Harbour. 2am. We can finish up here in about an hour and make it over in time.
Diana:
Clark:
Bruce: *pulling gum out of his mouth and dropping it into an empty glass on a table beside them*
Diana:
Clark:
Bruce, shrugging: It wasn't my gum.
Clark: *glass shatters in his hand*
