Clark sighed, then glared at Bruce. The man had turned into a panther. Again. If he wasn't a panther, he was a wolf. Or a cat. Sometimes even at Bat. Really, the man was a magnet for magic. Clark didn't know why he spent so much time with him. Bruce, the stubborn, bull headed fool that he was, had insisted - with many bites - that they continue their case. Clark gritted his teeth as Bruce chased yet another stay dog down the alley. He was never going to work on a case with Batman again.

arch_schatten has written a much much better one, found here (http://arch-schatten.livejournal.com/45603.html).