[He's taken up being provocative as a way of life. Especially after falling on the early end of the timeline, when it's come to incoming temporally-displaced Bats. Rather that than being on the defensive, he instigates. We all have our coping methods.

Clark's are a little more direct. He doesn't look at all surprised to see the question passed over. His expression twists up wry, but he doesn't seem inclined to a straight answer, right away. (It's complicated.)]

Question kind of answers itself, doesn't it?

[That is, none at all. At least, from Clark's point of view. Clearly. He does look a little green, come to think of it. He hadn't wanted to assume, but—it would explain a few things. So who's wearing the short pants from this Superman's standpoint? Dick? Jason? He gestures vaguely at the lab with his scalpel.]

Relax. If I were the supervillian type, I can think of a handful of ways I'd be better off spending my time.

[Probably. (Also, very probably not why Clark is asking, but. Y'know.)]