At least the guy was clearly demonstrating he had a sense of humor and wasn't just a ball of overpowered snark. Bruce appreciated that more than someone who was a ball of over-trained snark should.

He had to wriggle a bit, made Clark adjust his grip a little, and muttered, "You don't dance much, do you," in a grumpy voice. Then got to the belt, pulled out a little round explosive and flung it away from them and toward the ground.

Where it detonated with a loud bang and cloud of smoke.