A/N: I'm assuming that Lex changed the name of LuthorCorp to LexCorp after he gained control of the company. I couldn't remember if this had been done in the show yet.
DDS: Yeah I agree the story has been a little rushed so far. I got excited and wanted to get into this part of the story. I had trouble trying to figure out how to get Clark out of Smallville. The next few chapters should slow down a little.
Clark is up early the next morning, doing his chores at super-speed before Lois gets up.
Going to be nice to not have to get up so early. He thought to himself.
The morning passed quickly and after lunch he picked up the communicator.
" Kent." A low voice came over the line.
"Batman, I've decided to come to Gotham."
"Good. My Limo should be arriving at your farm in twenty minutes. Can you be ready?"
"Twenty minutes…uh….sure, I'll be ready." Clark started to ask another question but realized the line had already been closed.
Loves to talk huh, this could be an interesting summer.
Twenty minutes was plenty of time to pack. In fact packing took 2 minutes. The rest of the twenty was spent saying goodbye to his parents. Why is it that they save their longest speeches for when you are leaving?
"…and Clark most of all we love you and you be careful." His mom finished saying as the limo driver put his bags in the car.
"Yes mom, goodbye mom. See you later dad." And he quickly slipped into the car before his parents could add anything else.
The limo headed towards the Smallville Airport, it was an average size airport for a small town. The Luthors had put some money into it, adding several private hangers and a helicopter pad.
The limo pulled into one of the private hangers with the LexCorp logo on it and pulled up to a jet with the Wayne Enterprises logo on it. A man dressed in a tux opened his door and greeted him.
"Welcome Mr. Kent, I am Alfred"
"Thanks Alfred, um...where's Bruce?"
"Mr. Wayne will be along shortly. He is just putting away his toys." Alfred said with a twinge of his British sarcasm.
Alfred pulled Clarks bags from the car and the limo left the hanger with the huge hanger doors closing behind it.
It was then that Clark heard the quiet crunching of tires and the soft hum of an electic motor coming from the back of the hanger. He looked but he saw nothing, just before he switched on his X-Ray vision, he saw the back of the plane open and he saw the Batmobile de-cloak and pull into the waiting plane. Toys is right! Alfred wasn't kidding.
Bruce hopped out of the Batmobile and closed up the plane.
" Clark good to see you" Bruce walked up and shook Clark's hand. It's amazing the difference between Batman and Bruce. They really could be two different people.
"The young sir's things are stowed on the plane. The pilots have just shown up outside and are ready to begin their pre-flight inspection."
"Let them know we are ready to go, thanks Alfred." Bruce turned and boarded the plane, followed by Clark.
Clark looked around the plane, it was very plush. All the seats were leather. There was a nice mini-bar stocked with food and drink. There were several flatpanel TV's and a few laptops.
Bruce picked up one of the laptops and sat down in one of the seats, strapping himself in. Clark sat down in the seat next to him. Bruce was connecting to his network and begain to look over the events going on in Gotham.
Clark looked at Bruce and could see his face change, it hardened, all the muscles tensed up. He had become Batman without the mask. When he spoke his voice was lowered and gravely.
"This laptop is linked to the one I have in Gotham. I have various flags set that will push news stories and police radio transcripts to me so that I can analyze them. This is one of the many tools I will teach you about when we begin your training."
Clark could feel the plane power up and start to move out of the hanger. Alfred had pulled some bottled water from the mini-bar and sat in the a seat facing them.
Bruce continued, a little louder now that they didn't have to worry about the pilots hearing. "Now that we are getting underway we can talk. This plane was designed by the military for Generals to move quickly around during a battle. It has stealth technology, a storage area for a vehicle and most importantly in the cabin here we can talk without being heard. It one of the many wepons I have modified for the purposes of Batman."
The plane taxis and begins its take off. Bruce closed the laptop and turned to Clark.
"I am ready to hear your story. Tell us everything you know about yourself"
The whole story, Clark was still figuring that out. There were so many pieces of the puzzle that made up his life. Where to begin…
"Why don't you start with where you are from."
Clark finished his story as they were beginning their decent into Gotham. It had gone by quickly. Alfred and Bruce said almost nothing during his life's story and he was in serious need of another bottle of water for his dry throat. The other two men didn't seem to mind the silence that came over the cabin. They had a lot to digest; he was from another planet, an alien. Yep, lots to digest.
The plane pulled into another private hanger. This one had the Wayne Enterprises Logo on it. The plane powered down as the handlers came in and put the baggage into another waiting limo. Clark watched as Bruce's face changed back into...Bruce's face, the Batman wasn't gone but he was no longer on the surface. Clark could now see in Bruce's eyes that the Batman was always there. Bruce was the mask not the Batman.
The limo took them out of the private hanger and they left the airport heading towards the freeway.
"Wayne Manor is located on the other side of the city." Alfred told Clark. "We'll be there, traffic willing, in 30 minutes."
Clark saw Bruce pull his cell phone from his pocket. He watched as Bruce pushed a hidden button and the phone split in half, revealing a hidden screen and keyboard. Bruce punched in a password and the phone began displaying different camera views of the hanger they just left. When Bruce was satisfied that the hanger was empty and that there was no one nearby, he hit a few more keys and the plane opened up and the Batmobile blasted out of the hanger.
Glancing at the driver, Clark spoke quietly, "Autopilot? Only have one car huh?"
Bruce smirked and closed the phone.
Clark looked out the window. The sky was dark but yet there were no stars. It had a reddish tent to it, not a dark blue or black that you would associate with a night sky. I guess it never really gets dark here and yet it feels really dark. Must be why he likes this city. He saw the Batmobile fly by. Man that car is fast.
Twenty minutes later they are finally out of the city and the road began to curve through the countryside. It was darker here, Clark could see a few stars out of the limo's windows, but nothing like the stars he could see at home.
He saw huge gates opening in front of them. The gates looked like they belonged on a palace or the Whitehouse. And then he saw the house, it was massive, could be mistaken for a palace, the gates did it justice.
The car slowed and stopped at in front of the huge front door. Alfred and the driver pulled the luggage from the car. Clark got out and looked around and then decided he should follow Bruce into the house.
The house was amazing to say the least. It was decorated in what Clark would call classic mansion décor. Rugs on the wooden floors, suits of armor in the hall, priceless pictures hung on the walls and the rooms, the rooms were beyond huge. Clark smirked as he thought, this place makes Lex's home look like a shack.
"Alfred will show you to you room, dinner will be at seven." Bruce said to him before he disappeared into what looked like his study.
Alfred showed Clark up the stairs and down the hall to a room that was prepared for him. A thought struck him. Bruce knew he was coming; the room was setup before Bruce had even come to Smallville and he had sent the limo to the farm before Clark told him he was coming. Clark wasn't sure if he should be impressed or angry as he unpacked and put away his stuff.
Before he could follow his thoughts any further, Alfred appeared and announced it was time for dinner. Leaving his questions he went downstairs and joined Bruce at the table. It was a huge oak table in front of the biggest fireplace Clark had ever seen. Dinner was simple and yet still very elegant. Steaks that were done medium well, fresh salad, fresh rolls with butter and for desert chocolate cake. Clark loved his mom's cooking but Alfred's cooking was to die for.
"He is the best cook." Bruce said as if reading his mind.
"I've never had a roll melt in my mouth like that." Clark said stuffing another in is mouth.
Bruce switched gears, dawning what Clark was beginning to call the 'Batface', "Tomorrow we will start your training. We will test your powers and push them to their limits. I will teach you how to fight without your powers. I have seen that you can control your powers but I will teach you how to control them still further. I will teach you to pick up clues at a crime scene that the police miss. I will teach you to find clues when there are none. I will show you how to escape traps and also to set them."
Bruce stood from the table, "Tonight you will rest up. You are welcome to watch movies in the theater although I suggest you don't stay up too late. Tomorrow will be a long day."
A/N: I like how they depicted Wayne Manor in the Animated series and in Batman Beyond, so that's what I'm using for reference.