"What is that?"
Superman followed the direction of Batman's gaze. A crow had landed on the rooftop beside them, and dropped a bottlecap near Superman's feet. "Oh! Hey Francis. Is that for me?"
"Caw," said Francis.
"Do you have a pet crow?" Batman asked.
"No, I don't have pets," Superman said as he bent down to retrieve the bottlecap.
"You named it."
"Not this specific one," Superman explained. "I just call all the crows Francis."
"Caw, caw," said Francis with a flap of its wings.
"I don't know. Just calling them 'crow' felt rude after a while. I'd name them individually but I can't actually tell them apart. Except for Old Francis and One-Eyed Francis." Superman tucked the bottlecap into a small pocket on the back of his pants.
Superman shrugged. "It's gender neutral. I don't want to misgender them just because they're birds."
"Of course you don't," Batman sighed, looking back out at Metropolis.
"Caw," Francis added.
"Do you keep dog treats in your utility belt?" Superman asked.
"Why would I do that."
"... in case you meet a dog that needs to know he's a good boy?" Superman suggested. Batman shook his head, but opened a small pouch on his belt and held out a small treat. "See, it was a yes or no question, I don't know why everything has to be such a production with you," Superman said as he took it. He tossed it over by the bird's feet. "Here you are, Francis. Keep up the good work."
"Caw, caw," Francis said. When it realized no more treats were forthcoming, it flew away in a flutter of black wings.
"You're unbelievable," Batman said, shaking his head again.
Superman took his eyes off the departing crow to look back at Batman, and frowned. "You know," he said, "it's really weird seeing you in costume during the day."
"It's like seeing your teacher at the mall."
"Don't think I won't take care of Poison Ivy without your help, if I have to."
Superman shrugged. "I'm just saying."