Nope, he's apparently just Googling Batman, the guy he's fighting with secretly as Superman. That would be like if you spent most of your work day Facebook-stalking that asshole who started a bar brawl with you last Friday. Clark's even reading a Daily Planet article, written by someone who's presumably getting paid the same amount to actually do his job. Even worse, if you pause the movie just before Clark opens the browser, you can see what he's working on -- namely, nothing. He doesn't even have a goddamn headline yet.
"Just Because I Wear Glasses Doesn't Mean I Know How To Write, by Clark Kent. Shit's gonna win a Pulitzer."
And it's not like he doesn't have shit to do. Later, Perry White flips out because Clark blows off writing a sports article to obsessively research Batman instead. (This is a perfectly acceptable excuse here at Cracked, but not at most publications.)
The Goddamn Gotham Bat is the name of Frank Miller's next series.
Clark argues that he hasn't done anything wrong, because the Planet should be writing about Batman.
Say what you will about Henry Cavill, but he really nailed the "dweeby newspaper columnist" face.
This is insane for a few reasons. First off, how is a Batman story a substitute for a recap of a local sporting event? Can you imagine checking the paper for a baseball score and getting 1000 words about a crazed vigilante branding sex criminals? Secondly, the Daily Planet has written about Batman, which Clark should know because he was just reading the article. Goddammit, Superman.