Clark got off the train to Gotham and looked around for one of Bruce's boys. The big man himself wouldn't come to pick him up, obviously. People might talk. But everyone seemed to have lost track of Bruce's sons.
He couldn't see any on the boys, so he sat down on a bench and picked up a newspaper that was lying on the ground. Yesterday's Daily Planet. On the front page was an article he wrote about the JL. 'Behind the masks', a story made of reports from anonymous sources about what the members of the JL are like when they aren't saving the world (The anonymous sources being himself and Bruce, of course.)
On closer inspection, he saw that there were dots under some of the words, spelling out a message. He pulled a pen out of his pocket and started circling the words. When he had finished, he started reading the message.
"Clark, I know who you are." He looked up sharply, then glanced around, noticing that the station was empty. He turned back to the newspaper and kept reading.
"Listen to what I say." Clark froze. He couldn't think of any of his enemies who would do something like this, but there are a ton of strange villains in Gotham, who knows who he could be up against.
He glanced back to the newspaper again. "Look up."
He looked up, examining the awning above with his x-ray vision. There was someone there, but he couldn't tell who. There was something blocking his view, possibly kryptonite.
He turned back to the newspaper, thinking it might give a clue as to who was doing this. But he found only one more word.
"Boo."
Just as he read that, he felt a tap on his back, making him jump.
"Gotcha," came a cheeky voice from behind.
"Dick. Of course."
"What, were you scared or something?"
"I was startled. Not scared."
"Sure you were."
"Come on, the B man is expecting us."
He lead Clark out of the station.
"So, where's Alfred with the car?"
"Alfred couldn't make it. I'm driving you." He gestured to a red motorbike parked right outside.
Clark took the helmet Dick offered him and climbed on. "I didn't know you had your license."
Dick climbed on the bike and grinned. "I don't," he said, driving off.