The next few days were busy as Harry and his family helped around town and Lex focused on getting his father the best medical help he could find short of Harry Potter.

Chloe was off to Metropolis to begin her internship at the Daily Planet and Lana and her aunt were taking a vacation to New York to indulge in museums, spas and anything else that took their fancy.

The day after Lana left, Harry grabbed Clark and teleported away. When they reappeared Clark found himself in a very dismal and gothic looking city.

"Welcome to Gotham City, Clark."

"Why did you bring me here? Is this my universe or one of yours?" Clark asked.

"Yours. I thought we might try and meet this Batman that has been reported in the city."

"You want to recruit him?"

"Recruit him? I don't want to recruit anyone. I just want to make sure he is doing this for the right reasons and that if he is he has the support he needs."

"How do we find him?"

"We lurk. At night." Harry grinned.

Harry booked them into the Gotham Towers hotel, the Penthouse Suite. It was ideal for all sorts of people from wealthy families to business people to celebrities with its private elevator, multiple bedrooms and extra security. Not to mention the feature Harry and Clark were likely to use, the balcony.

They spent a week in Gotham without a hint of the Batman. They spent all night from dusk till dawn scouring the city before heading to bed. During the afternoons Harry took Clark out to various places like the Gotham Museum and Art Gallery to try and teach him about history and culture.

Clark learnt an important fact about Gotham. It was just as dismal in the day as it was in the night. That and the crime rate was astronomical. They had to stop three murder attempts, four rapes, six robberies and thirty-two muggings in the week they were there.

On their sixth day they met a familiar face when they had dinner at a very upscale restaurant. Clark was uncomfortable in the suit and tie, he couldn't even read the menu that seemed to be in every language except English and he felt like he was the youngest person in the place.

That's when the expensive sports car pulled up outside and a young man with a beautiful woman on either arm tumbled out and into the restaurant causing quite the scene.

"Isn't that Mr. Wayne? From the Metropolis Museum? When Lex had that armour on display?" Clark asked quietly.

"It is." Harry said quietly with a small frown.

He watched as the young billionaire laughed off the antics of his dates as they proceeded to bathe in the nearby pool and then silenced the Head Waiter by effectively buying the restaurant on the spot.

"Wait here Clark, I'll be right back." Harry smirked.

"Wait! Harry! What if the Waiter comes back?!" Clark hissed. This was a nightmare for Clark. He was completely out of his league. He was fairly certain the waiter knew he was just a farm boy and would likely spit in his food.

Harry kept walking.

"Bruce, I forgot this was your town." Harry greeted the man happily as he held out his hand.

Bruce had to focus for a moment before he remembered the face. "Doctor Potter! What brings you to Gotham?" He asked, returning the smile and handshake.

"Harry, please. I decided to bring Clark here over the summer, try and give him a broader outlook on life and culture." Harry explained as he indicated the fifteen-year-old sitting nervously at the table alone. "Why don't you and your friends join us?"

"Are you sure? These girls are nice enough but I got the impression that Clark was from a rural town. They might be out of his comfort zone." Bruce frowned. The truth was he had no idea who the women were. He had picked them up in a nightclub and the only thing he had made sure of was that they were not prostitutes.

"Expanding his comfort zone is one of the reasons for this trip." Harry nodded. "You grab your girls and I will find them some dry clothes, can't have them catching a cold over dinner now. Doctors orders!" Harry quipped as he headed off.

Harry cast a quick glance at the two girls in the water before he headed to the coat check in. He confounded the girl on duty into thinking she gave him a shopping bag before he headed back to the table.

"Bruce, as luck would have it, Clark and I went shopping today and with the number of women in my life, if I didn't buy them something I would be lynched. Your young friends can have these to change into." He said as he handed over the bag that he had conjured with appropriate sized clothing that he knew some of his girls had. If there was one thing Harry didn't mess with other than love it was women's fashion.

He'd already broken his own rules on death and time so he planned to try and remain faithful to his last remaining rule.

As the girls moved off giggling, Harry cast a sobering charm at them combined with a cheering charm. He wanted Clark to meet new people but he also knew that Clark would burst a blood vessel in embarrassment. Especially as the girls would be all over the handsome small-town-boy.

"Let me know how much we owe you." Bruce said gratefully.

"Nonsense, it's small thing really in the grand scheme of things." Harry said dismissively as he took a seat and gestured for Bruce to do likewise.

"It's good to see you again Mr. Wayne." Clark said respectfully.

"I like your manners Clark, but please just call me Bruce and try and relax. Those are nice girls and I promise they wont bite." Bruce smiled as he shook Clark's hand.

"Tell me, has anything developed on that side project Lex had going?" Bruce asked Harry with a grin and subtle glance at Clark.

Harry frowned in confusion.

"A certain brunette." Bruce prompted.

"Oh! Yes. Mission accomplished." Harry laughed as he finally caught on. "Lana dumped Whitney after he pulled one too many bone-headed moves and eventually took it into her own hands to ask out Clark."

"Really? I do like a woman who can actually make her own decisions." Bruce smiled.

"Lana was pretty much goaded on by her and Clark's friend Chloe, who seemed ready to stand up preach on women's rights when we started teasing Clark and Lana about this."

"So, Bruce, how is your company?" Clark asked quickly.

Harry and Bruce stared at Clark for a full five seconds before they looked to each other burst out laughing. "God, Clark! That was the worst subject change I have ever heard!" Harry gasped. "You might as well have asked him what colour his socks were."

"I think we can grant him this one small concession and change the subject though." Bruce smirked. "The company is in the middle of huge restructuring at the moment. It might be worthwhile for you to keep track of the news on Wayne Industries as it will help you learn about business in general. If I remember correctly your parents own a farm?"

Clark nodded.

"Your dad and mom will have a decent grasp of business for when they buy and sell their product. They have to keep track of the stock markets to make sure they are growing and selling the right product to the right people at the right time."

"Amara actually knows the most about it, she can help you grasp the finer points of business and follow the news regarding Wayne Industries." Harry added. "Ah! Bruce, your lovely ladies are back and they look ravishing." Harry said dashingly as he stood, as a gentleman should.

Seeing Bruce also stand Clark stood as well.

"Ladies, allow me to introduce Dr. Harry Potter and Mr. Clark Kent. Gentlemen, this is Lucinda and Emily." Bruce introduced the brunette and blonde respectively.

The two ladies turned out to be reasonable conversationalists but it was clear they were about as smart as Felice Chandler. There were a few moments when Harry could see Bruce grimace slightly in embarrassment, but the man was an excellent actor.


Eventually the meal came to an end and they finished the evening with Bruce taking his lady friends home and making sure to get Harry's contact information whilst he was in Gotham. Harry and Clark returned to their penthouse.

"Come on Clark, time to start lurking." Harry said as he opened the doors to the balcony.

After all this time, Clark no longer had a problem with heights. He could happily jump from this height of around fifty storeys and not worry at all.

Fortunately Harry would be flying them so he didn't have to worry about the landing, he had gotten better as he didn't leave a dent anymore. He could control his descent now to the point that he could change directions.

"Where are we going?" Clark asked as Harry floated them both into the air.

"Arkham Asylum. One of the major criminals got himself declared mentally unfit and transferred there after the Batman caught him. I want to take a look at his memories and see if I can get an image of the Batman." Harry answered as they began travelling at over a hundred miles per hour.

"If he's mentally unfit, how will you be sure he didn't see hallucinations?"

They came in sight of the Asylum and Harry teleported them the rest of the way.

"I think he's faking it and he probably has a man on the inside. We will try and help out a bit and see if we can't expose who it is." Harry said as they began walking up to the gates.

"Do we have an appointment?" Clark asked as they stood behind a young brunette woman with a briefcase.

"Of course! I called in and cleared it with the local DA."

"Excuse me, are you Doctor Potter?" The woman asked as she consulted a notebook she held.

"I am. This is my assistant Clark Kent." Harry smiled as he held out his hand.

The woman smiled. "Rachel Dawes, ADA. I was happy to hear about your request. I'm hoping you will be able to prove Falcone is faking."

"Well, I will only be able to confirm the truth." Harry said warningly. "But I have my doubts as well."

"Miss Dawes, have you heard anything about this Batman?" Clark asked.

"A few things, but I'm afraid the details are confidential at the moment." Dawes informed him.

"I understand, but I believe the reports say that Mr. Falcone was captured by Batman, it would be useful to know as much as we could so we could make a better determination regarding Mr. Falcone's responses."

Harry was absolutely thrilled at Clark's reasoning. He had come a long way from the shy farm boy; he was now confidently conversing with powerful people. His reasoning alone made Harry very proud of his protégé.

"Clark is quite correct. Without a full background we will be forced to work on assumptions that are only half confirmed. If you have more information, then our own evaluation will be a lot more solid, we will be able to provide you with strong reasoning which will be crucial in any legal manoeuvres you wish to make."

Rachel Dawes scowled. They were right of course and they made the argument that mattered the most to her. That their findings would hold more water in court if they could make sound and reasoned findings.

"We know very little about the man behind the mask. I have seen him personally though. He wears a masked cowl with points like a bat; he also has a cape that seems to allow him to fly. He speaks with a very deep gravelly voice and prefers to stick to just the facts, he doesn't like engaging in small talk.

"He also managed to hold up a police sergeant with a stapler."

"He attacked the police?" Clark asked.

"No, he merely used the possible threat of a gun to keep the sergeant cooperative whilst he spoke with him. Other than myself and the sergeant I don't know if he has had any contact with other officials."

"Miss Dawes, Doctor Potter, you and your parties are cleared for entry. Doctor Crane will meet you at the entrance." The guard informed them.

The trio began the walk through the dark and dismal grounds. Arkham Asylum was very much in keeping with Gotham's style of dark and gothic.

"What do you know about Doctor Crane?" Miss Dawes asked as they walked.

"A rising star but very controversial in some areas." Harry summarised the research he had done.

"The DA's office also suspects he's on the take. We do not trust him but we have no proof." She lowered her voice as they saw the Doctor in question standing in the entrance way ahead.

"Doctor Potter, a pleasure to meet you." Jonathan Crane greeted Harry with a smile. "Miss Dawes." There was some definite strain in the greeting she received.

"This is my assistant Clark Kent. Perhaps we should get started?" Harry said brusquely.

Clark was a little surprised as Harry was usually congenial with everyone. He was nearly rude though when it came to Doctor Crane.

Doctor Crane led them through the Asylum and various checkpoints. At each point they were so thoroughly searched that at one point Harry had thrown a guard up against the wall for the way he had been handling Miss Dawes. The guards had made to move on Harry but Clark had simply picked up one of the other guards and held him a foot off the ground with one hand.

"I want this man out of this Asylum now." Harry snapped. "If he does that to Miss Dawes, a visitor, then what does he get up to with the female inmates?"

"You! Call the police and have him arrested." Doctor Crane ordered. "I do apologise Miss Dawes, we do screen our personnel but nothing is perfect."

Rachel was a frequent visitor to the asylum and prisons so she was used to the rough handling and occasional groping. She hadn't had anyone defend her before though.

"Let's just get on with this." She snapped.

Clark dropped the guard with a thud.

"You are quite strong, Mr. Kent." Doctor Crane commented.

"I live on a farm. I spend my evenings bailing hay and my free time as the school quarterback." Clark said blandly. It was a reasonable excuse and one that they had all cultivated to try and protect Clark from unwanted scrutiny.

"Well, here we are. As you can see, Mr. Falcone is quite incomprehensible."

Through the viewing window they could see that the man was drooling and babbling incoherently.

"I will need to interview him." Harry said.

"He really isn't in the right state of mind for an interview, Doctor."

"I will just have to see for myself, won't I?" Harry said with a raised eyebrow. "Clark, stay close to Miss Dawes and ensure her safety."

"Yes sir." Clark said respectfully as he took a step back so he was slightly behind the ADA.

"I really reco-"

"I'll be out shortly." Harry said firmly as he opened the door and stepped in.

"Doctor Potter can take care of himself." Clark said reassuringly.

They watched as Harry walked up to the table and stood there staring at Falcone as though examining him. After a few seconds Harry leaned in and forced the man to be still with one hand whilst he opened Falcone's eye with the other.

"FALCONE!"

All three jumped as Harry roared at the man.

"Is that standard procedure for snapping a man out of… whatever you claim he has?" Dawes asked snidely.

"I believe he was merely trying to elicit a response of familiarity. To see if the subject has any self awareness left." Crane said coldly.

Clark could just feel the love. "Looks like he got quite a good response." He noted.

Harry had sat down opposite Falcone and was currently engaging the man in a conversation. Falcone appeared nervous but far from the incomprehensible mess he had been only seconds earlier.

"I believe Doctor Potter has successfully proven that Mr. Falcone is not mentally incapable." Dawes said smugly.

"For the moment." Crane allowed. "But madness can come and go. Perhaps it would be beneficial for you to see examples in some of our other patients." He suggested as he indicated they should follow him.

"We should wait for Doctor Potter." Clark said firmly as he placed a hand on Miss Dawes' shoulder.

"Hmm." Crane hummed thoughtfully. "I can probably handle the farm boy and the bitch easily enough, but a third would be problematic."

Dawes was outraged. "What did you-"

She was cut off as Crane raised a hand and sprayed both her and Clark with an aerosol of some kind.


Inside the interview room Harry was continuing his discussion with Falcone.

"I'm sure you can understand why it would be beneficial for you to strike a deal with the DA's office." He explained his position to Falcone. "If you stay here then you will likely be dosed with whatever it was that sent you insane before. Forever trapped in your nightmares."

"I could just get myself a good lawyer." Falcone countered, he clearly wasn't very confident in this idea though.

"Miss Dawes is desperate to get you in a court, that suggests to me that she has her case already in the bag. You are free to-"

*BANG*

There was a large hole that could be seen in the corridor wall that led outside the Asylum.

"I'm afraid I have to go, do stay put." Harry advised as he sent a stunner under the table causing Falcone to slam his head on the tabletop.

Harry quickly headed into the corridor to find Clark and Crane missing, Rachel Dawes on the floor having some sort of seizure and a Clark shaped whole in the wall.

Ok, so it was simply a large hole, but very few people could make it and Clark was at the top of his list.

A quick examination of Rachel and Harry knew what the problem was. She had been dosed with whatever Falcone had been given.

"I can save her." Came a deep gravelly voice.

Harry looked up and saw, to his surprise, the Batman. Very few people could sneak up on him but this man had succeeded.

"So can I." Harry said as he placed a hand on her chest and cleansed her of the toxins. "Unfortunately I have bigger fish to fry at the moment. Can you see she gets home safely?"

"What did you do to her?"

"I healed her. The toxin has been removed and she will wake up fully refreshed, she might need an explanation though. You take care of her and whilst I try and find Clark. I'll catch up with you later."

Harry teleported away leaving a very disconcerted Batman behind. Resolving to examine the situation later he picked Rachel up and headed out the large hole in the wall.


Harry teleported straight to Clark only for Clark to not be there. So he tried again. This time he found himself standing on the ocean, he wasn't quick enough to realise this before he fell into the ocean.

He did this three times, arriving in Japan, Russia and India before he realised that Clark was simply running as fast as he could from whatever was scaring him.

He made a quick trip back to the castle to pick up some Kryptonite before he tried again.

Clark was travelling at hundreds of miles per hour. That was not a speed that you could come to a complete and utter stop from. The Kryptonite Harry stuffed down his shirt didn't slow him down, but it did cause him to trip and go tumbling for well over two miles before he came to stop. Clark was bleeding with multiple broken bones.

Harry teleported to his new location and immediately put the boy into a magically induced coma. The toxin was fairly easy to locate so he had that dealt with quickly. He then fixed the physical injuries before sending the Kryptonite back to the castle. Lastly he grabbed Clark and teleported them back to their hotel room.

"Wakey-wakey!" Harry smiled as he slapped Clark's face. He always found this method of waking people amusing.

Although there was one time when he had tried it with the Hulk. He made it three thousand miles off planet before he managed to teleport back.

"One of these days Harry." Clark groaned as he sat up.

"How much do you remember?" Harry asked as he sat in the armchair opposite the sofa he had placed Clark on.

"You were talking to Falcone, Doctor Crane was explaining… something… then nothing."

"You were dosed with a fear inducing toxin." Harry explained. "You went off running and made it half way round the world before I managed to catch you."

"What about Miss Dawes?"

"She was dosed as well. I fixed her up and handed her over to the Batman." Harry grinned.

Clark sat up, now fully alert. "You met him?"

"So did you. You just never realised it."


Clark looked up at the large manor in front of them. It was quite beautiful, it still held slight hints of gothic architecture, but it was pleasant to the eye.

"Bruce Wayne is Batman. I suppose that he can at least afford it." Clark mused as they walked up to the front door.

"I think a lot of what we know about Bruce Wayne is a front. He was never really into the fun of playing with the girls the other night. He tried to make them happy but he preferred the discussion he had with us." Harry explained as they waited for someone to answer the door.

The older gentlemen who answered the door seemed surprised to see them. It was eight in the morning and they had bypassed the gate after all.

"Can I help you gentlemen?"

"A Brit! A slice of home!" Harry smiled happily as he grabbed Alfred's hand and pumped it enthusiastically.

"Please excuse, Doctor Potter." Clark said as he pulled Harry off the startled man. "We were hoping we could speak to Mr. Wayne."

"Master Wayne is currently unavailable." Alfred said firmly.

"Probably sleeping off last nights adventure." Harry muttered. "It's urgent… ish. He'll be wide-awake and fully refreshed by the time we are finished. "It's about his nocturnal activities involving bats."

Alfred's face went stony.

"We aren't a threat. He met me at Arkham Asylum last night and I told him I would catch up with him. I trust Miss Dawes is safe?"

"Please wait here whilst I see if the Master is available." Alfred said as he shut the door firmly.

"Is he going to call the police?" Clark asked worriedly.

Harry took a few steps back and began examine the various windows. "Aha! There he is." He floated Clark and himself up to one of the top windows.

"You hate knocking don't you?" Clark grumbled.

"I always knock… when there is no fun to be had."

Clark just sighed and followed Harry through the glass doors of the balcony.

They arrived just as Alfred entered the room. Alfred saw them as a threat to Master Bruce and moved into a defensive position from his days in the SAS.

"Relax, we just travelled up three storeys and through several objects, if we wanted to hurt you we would have done it by now." Harry said dismissively.

"Bru-" Harry's hand was caught inches away from Bruce's face by Clark.

"Let me do this. He probably had enough stress last night without having to put up with you slapping him awake." Clark said dryly.

"Mr. Wayne it's-"

"I'm already awake Clark, and it's Bruce." The formerly sleeping man sighed as he sat up. "Let's start with the two most important questions. Why are you here and how are you in my bedroom considering you didn't use the door?" He said as he stood and grabbed a dressing robe as he was only dressed in sleep pants.

"I told you last night I would catch up with you. And we used magic to fly up and phase through the balcony door." Harry explained.

Bruce frowned. "I'm going to ignore the part about magic for now. You didn't say anything about needing to see me at dinner."

"At the Asylum, when I left Miss Dawes in your capable hands." Harry explained.

"I have no idea what you are talking about. I came home and went straight to bed after dropping the girls off. I have no need or desire to go anywhere near Arkham." He said with a slight shudder.

"Clark, take a look around and tell me if you can see his work room or shop. Look for his costume." Harry instructed.

Clark began searching the house with his x-ray vision.

"Harry, you seem like a decent person but you are pushing the boundaries of common decency and the law." Bruce scowled. "I can't simply allow Clark to go running around the Manor-"

"Found it." Clark said suddenly. "It's actually under the house foundations in a cave. About 100 metres that way." He said as he pointed at the floor in front of him.

Harry looked at Bruce and Alfred. "Brace yourselves and try not panic. You aren't in any danger."

Both men stumbled as they suddenly seemed to fall into the floor. They watched in shock and awe as they passed through the floors and ceilings and the various rooms before they were blinded by the solid rock of the foundations. They soon passed through as they landed in the cave where Bruce stored his bat gear.

When they eventually landed Bruce and Alfred quickly picked themselves off the floor.

"Who are you?" Bruce demanded.

"Death." Harry retorted quickly. "I am literally Death. I can control who lives and who dies, I don't usually interfere with the lives of the average person; I tend to focus on those who try and cheat death or inflict it on others. Murderers, terrorists and the like."

"Are you insane?"

"Clark, would you rip my head off please?" Harry sighed.

"What? No! You want someone to do that then get Laura or Brunhilde to do it." Clark said in disgust. He pulled out his phone and hit the speed dial. "Hello, Coach? Yeah, it's Clark. Listen, Harry wants to prove he is Death to Batman, who is also Bruce Wayne."

"…"

"I am standing in his hideout with them now."

"…"

"He's already shown him flight and phasing but he wants to prove he is Death and I am not ripping his head off with my bare hands."

"…"

"I don't care if it barely hurts him! I refuse to do something like that, you seem comfortable with the idea so you do it."

"…"

"Pick who you want, do it yourself for all I care, as long as it's not me."

Clark hung up his phone and turned to find an amused Harry staring at him with a fairly concerned Alfred and Bruce.

"Coach is on his way or sending someone."

"Probably has to put some clothes on." Harry grinned. "Jean and Emma like to lounge around in their birthday suits and they make sure Scott does the same."

"I've never seen them do that."

"They couldn't really do it with your family visiting all the time, could they."

Bruce was carefully taking mental notes as the two talked, making a list of names and information.

He was startled when a man he vaguely recalled from the Metropolis Museum appeared out of thin air. "Good morning Mr. Wayne." He said politely.

He then walked over to Harry. He seemed to examine Harry and then the rock wall the other side of Harry. That was when the beams of light shot out of his eyes and sliced through Harry's neck.

"Scott, you need to grab my head before it heals." Harry sighed, appearing none the worse for being decapitated.

Bruce could tell it had gone through due to the smell of burning flesh and the seared gash in the rock wall.

"This is why I wanted Clark to pull it off."

"You can't keep trying to force Clark to do these things, he'll learn in time to put aside his worries." Scott admonished. "Now hold still whilst I vaporise your head."

"Oh, good idea." Harry said with glee.

There was no pause as a second beam of light erupted from Scott's eyes, this one spread out to engulf Harry's head and actually caused a small vibration in the stone floor.

When it ended, Harry's headless body just stood there.

"You might want to come in closer and see this." Scott said to the stunned and horrified Bruce and Alfred. "You can see the healing process at a highly enhanced rate."

They couldn't help themselves as they woodenly shuffled over to watch as Harry's head re-grew from the neck up.

"So, are we convinced I am Death yet?"

Both men jumped as Harry's ethereal form appeared next to his body.

"You can heal at an extreme rate and astral project." Bruce frowned. "I've seen it before."

"You have?" Harry asked in surprise.

Bruce nodded. "Whilst I was travelling the world I met many strange and interesting people."

"Have you spoken to people who have already died or travelled time?" Clark asked.

"I've seen people pretend to channel ghosts and spirits, but I've never seen anyone try to travel through time." A wry smile appeared on his face. "There was an incident with narcotics where time seem to speed up and slow down."

"Take him to see the Dinosaurs to prove your magic and… call in a ghost." Clark shrugged.

"We don't have time to take him through time. We could be gone as much as a day." Harry frowned as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Harry closed his eyes and focused.

Scott was familiar with this expression of Harry's and knew that he was calling one of his deceased family members.

"Husband." Came the pleasant female voice.

Harry opened his eyes and standing before him was the spirit of Daphne Potter, formally Greengrass. "Hey there Beautiful." He greeted as he stepped forward and hugged her ethereal form.

"Daphne, I'd like you to meet Bruce and Alfred. They need proof that I am Death." He said as he kept an arm around Daphne's waist.

"You want me to track down someone for him?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"His parents, if you could."

"No!"

They turned to see an angry Bruce glaring at them.

"I don't want you playing with the memories of my parents." He scowled.

"Not their memories, Bruce. Their souls. This is my late wife. I often call them forth just to catch up. It's an ability of mine as Death. An aspect of existence."

"Give me his soul, honey." Daphne said as she kissed Harry's cheek. "You have enough brownie points built up on the other side as Xander puts it that I can take him for a short tour of the other side and then bring him back."

"Can you take them both, Daphne?" Scott asked.

"Hello Scott, and you must be Clark, I'm sure we'll have a chance to talk another time." She smiled at the tall farm boy. "Why both, Scott?"

"Mr. Wayne is very sceptical. If you only take him then he will assume it was an induced hallucination. Take them both and they can compare notes."

"Plenty of favours left in the pot for that." She said dismissively. She turned back to Harry who still had his arm around her. "Give them both to me. I'll take them for a few hours."

Harry nodded and off two green coloured spells that caused the bodies to drop to the floor dead. "Have fun!" He grinned at the ethereal spirits only he and Daphne could currently see.

"He really has a problem asking permission, doesn't he?" Clark commented quietly to Scott.

"In a few thousand years he might improve, he just hates having to explain and prove who he is. Once his face is all over the television then he'll calm down a bit." Scott explained.

"Is that why he had me eaten by a dinosaur?" Clark asked with a grimace as he picked up Alfred's insensate form.

Scott smiled widely. "No, I believe that was just a bonus."