Summary: “Hey, Smallville,” Lois said, with a teasing glint in her eyes. “What was that?” “What was what?” Clark asked, genuinely curious. “Oh, I don’t know,” Jimmy cut in, leaning close. “You feeding Bruce, the blushing, the eye contact…” he drawled off, a faraway, daydream look in his eyes. Scratching her chin, Diana replied, “I have to agree, Clark.” A grin inched onto her face, eyes scanning Clark’s face. “It felt like we were interrupting something.” “...