Bruce examened the dorm halls and saw it was pretty much empty and took credit card and opened the door. He started to feel a bit guilty sneaking into this sweet girl's dorm room but it had to be done, for justice. He did what was necessary. Alfered wouldn't of approved of his particular metod so he had him occupied with buying the dress. It wasn't the first time he had his butler on such an errand he had an impression to keep up with. So people wouldn't suspect how he spent his evenings.

As he went in he was intrigued by her wall decorations. It had pictures of all sorts of strange activity and of people with special abilities. This girl certianly wasn't like any other girl he ever met. She was curious. It looked like to him that her curiousty had just gotten the best of her. Of course it had. After spending lunch with her and examening her from a distance all mourning he assessed that she was not a criminal helping another criminal escape she was merely a reportor that got in way over head not really knowing what she got herself into. And he didn't mind getting her out of it. If all went like planned she would not know that he got her out of this. She seemed like a sweet beautiful girl. He was intirgued by her when he first saw her all decked in black that night and she certianly was resourseful. He had used simular methods before. He knew how to navigate in the fog, she didn't. He entertained the thought of teaching her but quickly dismissed it. He had more important work to do. He could never show any girl the kind of skills he had inquired over the years.

He started looking through her things. All of her files were impressive. He found the file about the lab well the files. She did her home work it looked like she was on the trail of this lab for sometime. He smiled. He whispered to himself, "She knows her stuff."

Suddenly he heard something behind him. He turned around to see this tall dark musclar kid with black hair. He looked threatened. Oh great. He was busted. Stay cool Bruce. He thought to himself. You talked your self out of worse.

"She does. But I wonder if she knows why a billionaire is going though her stuff."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just came here to leave miss Sullivan a note. We were going on a date and I wanted to let her know I was going to be late."

"You could've called." He said acussingly.

"I thought a note would be more romantic." Bruce said smoothly.

The man seemed very unsettled by that statment.

"How did you get in here?"

"It was unlocked."

"Chloe's a city girl she always locks her door. Mr. Wayne."

"I'm sorry. I seem to be at a disadvantage. You know my name but I don't know yours."

"It's Clark Kent." He said rudely.

"Nice to meet you Clark Kent." Bruce said as he put his hand out for him to shake.

Clark ignored it.

"Well, Mr. Kent I must be going."

"I'll tell Chloe you stopped by." Clark said.

Bruce shook his head smirking. "I'm sure you will."

Then he left as Clark glared at him.