You know what I’d like to see the next time they give Wonder Woman pants? Just like, a full page spread of Clark walking into a meeting and nobody is wearing pants or tights. Bruce is rocking his bat-boxers, Hal’s in a thong, Barry’s in tighty-whities, Aquaman’s stealing Namor’s look. And Clark is just like “wut,” and then tells them to go put on their goddamn pants, and Hal’s like “But Diana and J’onn—” and Clark goes “EVERYBODY GO PUT ON SOME FUCKING PANTS RIGHT THIS SECOND, JESUS CHRIST, PANTS, ALL OF YOU, RIGHT NOW, WE HAVE A DRESS CODE NOW, ARE YOU HAPPY?”
And then when Management inevitably wants to take Diana’s pants away, Bruce can find some bylaw that says matters of costume regulation have to be put up for a vote, at which point you get to have the nay-on-pants panel with everyone but Supes with their hands up, then the yea-on-pants panel with just Clark’s hand up, and the last panel is Clark covered in everyone’s discarded pants with just this “I came back from the fucking dead for this?” look on his face.
Bonus round: It turns into a game of chicken where Clark ditches everything but the cape and a cup because “I guess this is just what we’re doing now” until everyone else gets so embarrassed by his perpetual mid-battle dick-slips that they cave and start wearing combat-appropriate clothing.
Stuckinabucket just moved up another notch on my ‘favorite human beings’ list.