Becs1: Glad you're enjoying it, I have always loved the stories with Clark and Bruce. I think they are a very interesting pair. I've been getting excited about these next few chapters. Keep reading and let me know what you think.

A/N: Since Smallville is set in present time, I figure that Bruce was born in the late 70's to put him in his late 20's, putting him in his 2nd or 3rd year of crime fighting. I didn't want him too much older than Clark and I want Batman in his prime.

Clark awoke early, the time he normally got up to do chores. Realizing that he probably wouldn't go back to sleep he got up and started wondering the house. As he made his way down the long, grand stairs to the main floor he was greeted by Alfred.

"Good morning, Mr. Kent." Clark had already tried to get Alfred to call him by his first name. Alfred had refused saying it was improper for him to do so.

"Morning Alfred, what's for breakfast?"

"A big bowl of oatmeal to keep your energy up today. If I understand Master Bruce, today will be quite the workout."

"Sounds greaat. Is he up yet?"

"No, young sir. With his late night activities he tends to not be up and about till noon."

Clark followed Alfred into the kitchen and sat down in the breakfast nook. Alfred had already set the table; there was a steaming pot of oatmeal, any topping he could want, juice, milk and a huge pot of coffee.

"Alfred do you ever sleep? You always seem to be working."

"Mr. Kent, a good gentleman's gentleman must always be on duty and be prepared for anything." Alfred replied as he dried some plates.

"How long have you worked for Bruce?"

"I was hired by his father back in '65 and after the Wayne's horrendous murder, it has been my honor to serve Master Bruce. And to be the Batman's aid in his never ending war on crime." Alfred stated with pride.

Clark finished his oatmeal in silence, remembering what Bruce had told them at the farm. His parents were shot because of some jewelry.

"Mr. Kent, if you are done with your oatmeal, might I suggest that you explore the grounds? It will still be a while till Master Bruce is up and around."

Clark got up from the table and headed out the kitchen door. He walked through a beautifully kept garden towards the small pond. Walking around the pond he saw that there were various fish swimming around. Going to have to find a fishing pole. Wonder if he has a Bat-Pole. Clark chuckled at his joke as he continued walking towards the back of the property. The trees that surrounded the pond cleared as he approached the back of the property and he could hear the ocean. As he approached the edge of the cliff he saw the waves crashing on the rocks below. He had seen the ocean a few times, once with his parents on a vacation and the other while trying to catch a really fast thief. Lois had almost seen him that time, sprinting away as fast as he could go…I wonder what she is doing. Probably getting into trouble. Hopefully she's ok…

"Nice view huh?" Bruce commented.

Clark jumped. HOW DOES HE DO THAT?

"Yeah, the ocean view is awesome." Clark said and then with a grin he commented,

"OK, you got to show me that sneaking up on people thing."

Bruce just smiled. It wasn't the playboy or the business Bruce and it wasn't the Batman smirk. It was the real Bruce smiling…. and then it was gone.

"Maybe. It's time to begin."

Bruce turns and heads for the house. Clark realizes that he has been told to follow, in a totally non-verbal way.

Bruce leads him to the study that he had disappeared into the previous night. He walks right up the grandfather clock and moves the hands of the clock to 10:43 and then pulls the pendulum down. The whole clock swings away from the wall, revealing a long stone stairway. Clark follows Bruce down the steps; they look like they are cut right out of the rock. Clark counts about 60 steps before reaching the bottom next to Bruce. Bruce flips a series of switches and the cave comes to life.

Clark looks around, there is a full gym with an attached sparing area, a massive computer cluster with many screens, a small laboratory, a medical area, and in the center of the cave was the Batmobile. Up above them on a landing pad was a jet that was shaped like a bat, below them was a river that was fed by the ocean and attached to a small dock was a very powerful looking boat.

"Welcome to my world Kent."

Bruce opened a big fireproof door next to the stairs they had come down and inside were many different types of Batman costumes. Some were very thin, made for summer. Some were very thick and could probably stop bullets. On a table near by were several utility belts and several gadgets that appeared to be works in progress. Bruce grabbed some workout clothes off a shelf and then nodded for Clark to do the same. This time he wasn't as surprised that they were his size. Batman had obviously done his homework.

They moved out into the gym area and Bruce let him know what was going to happen.

"We'll do a light warm-up and then we'll work on sparing without your powers. I want to see what you know so far and then I'll show you something new. I want you to be able to fight when you have no powers. This will aid you when you do have powers in fighting other villains that have powers. It will give you an edge."

Clark just nodded and copied Bruce's warm-up routine. They started with some various stretches and then did 50 pushups, 40 pull-ups and 65 crunches. This wasn't a big deal to Clark as he does not easily tire, but if this was a light warm up he wondered what a heave one was.

They moved out onto the huge mats and Bruce began to instruct him in the different fighting stances. Bruce was patent but demanded perfection. Clark picked it up quickly and gained a batman smirk of approval. The morning quickly passed and Clark had landed on ass more times that he could count. He couldn't believe how fast Bruce could move.

"Good" Bruce stated and Clark realized that they were done for now. They headed for the showers and a nice lunch Alfred had waiting for them.

Cleaned and well fed Clark spent the rest of the afternoon being taught how to use the Batcomputer. Bruce had an amazing setup. The computer was a vast warehouse of information. When not in use he learned that the computer was setup to watch the internet and police computers for specific information and to categorize and flag that information for Batman's viewing. Bruce showed him how to setup the complex searches and had Clark write a specific one to search for himself. There were many references to him in the papers in Smallville, thankfully his super-human stunts were chalked up to the meteor rocks and dumb luck.

"This is one of the tools I use to monitor my secret identity. If someone starts to guess, I have a heads up and I can rectify the situation. So far no one's guess has come close." Bruce said as he viewed Clarks search results.

"Dinner is served." Alfred called. He had setup dinner on a table next to the computer area. From the looks of it, Bruce ate down here a lot. As they ate Bruce filled Clark in on tomorrow's events

"Tomorrow is Monday and we will be heading to the office around ten. I created a position where you will be doing research just for me. You have an office a few floors down from mine and should be left to yourself to do what I need done. You will do some research for the company and some for Batman. Tomorrow night we will continue in your training."

With that Bruce walked to the costume vault and proceeded to put on his costume. And soon afterwards was blasting out of the cave in the Batwing.