+ red pot? Bring it over here.”

Clark nodded, explaining how plants could go into shock when transplanting.

“You have to treat them gently. Poisoning Ivy might have a lot of things backwards, but understanding that plants have feelings is close enough to right.

So, take that milkweed start over there. You see the one in the +

“Well, he had to do what he could to get you out of the cave,” he joked, grabbing a bag of gardening tools.

Around the back, a small garden lay half finished. Some plants were growing well while other patches of dirt asked to be included.

“Want to care for what we got or plant new?”

“Sure. There’s always things to do in the garden. Ma always said the best way to clear your mind was to spend time in the garden.”

He patted and gave Bruce a small rub on the shoulder, motioning for him to follow.

“I don’t blame you.

So, Bruce, what sounds good? Meditating? Gardening? Animals?”

“Me? I’ve, uh, tried. Lois and Jon swear by it.” He shrugged, motioning to a few worn mats.

“If you’re interested. I’m more than happy to embarrass myself with you.”

“You may decide you want a longer break. But I will take you back whenever you want. And I’m keeping an ear on Gotham.”

He place the bag down and motioned for Bruce to follow, heading outside. “There’s the patio out back if you want to relax in the sun.

I’ve been told yoga is great for that.”