D: I don't own Smallville. We all know what would happen if I did.

For those that like this story and the sequel that is sure to come, I say thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you. I think that's enough.

"Mr. Allen, will you please settle down?" someone shouted. Oliver stepped out into the living room to see the doctor trying to get Bart to calm down.

"Let me get this thing off and then I'll settle down," he said, reaching for the blindfold, which was still on.

"You cannot take that off yet. We do not know how long you will need to keep your eyes covered."

"Why would that matter?"

"Because keeping the eyes covered for long periods of time and then exposing them to light could damage them, Bart," Oliver intervened, walking over.

"Mr. Queen. Bart…" he started to explain.

"Ollie, when can I get this thing off? I don't like being blind. I didn't like it last time." Oliver dimmed the lights of the room. The doctor slipped off the blindfold. "That's better." He looked at his nails to be on the safe side.

"Bart is dehydrated and malnourished. A days rest is all he requires." Oliver shook the doctor's hand on the way out. He turned his attention back to Bart, who was digging in his pockets.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to find… yes! They didn't take it," he exclaimed, holding up a rolled, then squished piece of paper. "I've got a hot chica waiting for me to call."

"Bart!"

Yay, this is my second completed story. And in the same day as my first. My brain's gathering better.

Your brain is scared of you.

How do you know?

Where do you think I am?

In California, avoiding responsibilities to your fans by not showing up on Smallville this season.

I was in South America looking for Clark.

Yeah, sure you were. Who are you trying to avoid?

No one.

Come on, you can tell me.

No, I can't.

Why not?

Because it's embarrassing.

Oh, come on. It can't be that bad. (Oh and I don't know spanish. I was going by what I remember hearing in Justice.)

How can you not know Spanish?

Because I like French better. Livre l'histoire, s'il vous plait. sticks tongue out

Okay, that's it. (Coming after me.)

Guys!