D: I don't own Smallville. Sorry.

Your easy name is Mr. Olivander from Harry Potter. Glad you enjoyed it.

--

AC was flipping through the channels. He was about to past the news channels when the hostage situation came up on the TV. "Hey, Vic. Wasn't Oliver and Bart supposed to be going to this bank?" he yelled into the other room.

"What are you yelling?" Vic asked, walking into the room. He noticed the scene on the screen. "What with the situation?"

"I don't know. Came across it. Bank robber took the place hostage." Victor focused in on the people in the bank as he could see them. He saw the robber stand next to a man with blond hair. He deduced that the man was Oliver.

"See if Clark's down at the scene for his job."

--

"You have no worries from me, everyone. I'm just here for three things only. Hanna, would you please stand?" he asked, turning to a woman that was in front of Oliver and Bart. On her way to standing up, she grabbed Bart by his shirt. Oliver considered trying to jump the woman to at least stop her. The man seemed to know what Oliver was thinking, so he gave a signal. Hanna had her arm around Bart's shoulders; she had the gun trained on his head. Oliver stopped trying to get up. "Very good, Queen. Don't want to do anything to harm Bart, now would we?"

"Should I remember you from somewhere?" Oliver asked, not moving his eyes from the woman holding Bart.

"He looks like someone from your school. Maybe he couldn't pull his grades out of the school, Ollie," Bart joked. The man went over to him and slapped him hard in the face. Oliver was getting up when the man delivered a series of punches to the stomach. Oliver was winded, but was able to stop him on the third strike and bring him to his knees.

A clicking sound brought his attention back up. Hanna had taken off the safety and her finger was closing on the trigger. Oliver took his hands off the man and took a couple of steps back. "Good choice, Queen. Take him behind the counter and make sure he can't move," he ordered. She dragged Bart back to where the windows were. She threw him under one of the empty ones.

She pulled out a roll of duct tape. "Tape your legs," she ordered.

"What?"

"I'm not repeating." She shoved the gun into his head. He took the tape and wound it a couple of times. She tapped him with her gun and he went around a couple more. She tested the bonds. She instructed him to do another wrap just above his knees. When he was done, she took back the tape. "Cross your hands in front of you. Right over left." Bart did what she said and she wrapped his wrists in the tape.

"Are you almost done, Hanna?"

"Do you want me to tape his mouth?"

"I think he'll be fine for now. Come back out here and join me. And bring everyone back there so no one will happen to help him out." She got up and started waving at the other tellers to move to the front.

Oliver looked in the general area where Hanna had taken Bart. "Bart, are you all right?" he asked.

"I'm fine, Ollie. Just never thought I would be dressed in this particular shade of grey again, though." He tried twisting his wrists to stretch the tape.

The man pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "Hanna, do his arms also." The woman laid her gun on the table and grabbed the duct tape. She wrapped his mouth a couple of times and taped his arms down until she was satisfied. Bart's midsection was almost all grey.

She walked back to get her gun and stood on the other side. "Let's get the first round ready."

--

"Kent," Clark Kent answered simply into the cell phone. He was headed to the hostage situation to help cover it with Lois.

"It's AC. Are you lucky enough to get coverage of the hostage situation?"

"Heading there now. Why, what's the problem?"

"Bart and Oliver are in the bank. It looks like the guy may know Oliver."

"What do you mean?"

Victor came on the line at this point. "I ran this guy through our database. He's a meteor-affected that went to Oliver's school. His real name is Reed Reid. He was part of the team that helped with Bart's kidnapping. Now, he's going by Randall Ion. He's able to change his skin color and at least part of his appearance."

"Part of his appearance?"

"Unlike the girl from your old school, Tina Greer, who could change her entire appearance into anything, this guy can only change certain skin-related aspects. His face is a major one. The only way we were able to track him is through his fingerprints. His powers don't affect them for some reason."

Clark arrived at the scene to see Lois standing next to an annoyed officer. "It's called Freedom of the Press for a reason," she shouted into his face. Clark went over to her and pulled her back a couple of feet. "What are you doing?"

"I support free press, but we have a problem within that bank."

"What's the problem?" Clark handed her the phone while he used his X-ray vision on the building. He counted fifteen people. Ten were lying on the floor, three were standing up, another was sitting and there was another person in the far back of the bank.

"How many are in the bank?" Lois asked, handing him back the cell phone.

"Fifteen. One has to be Ion and he may have someone else working with him."

"Anything else?"

"Give me a minute." Clark got to the outside of the group where he was sure that no cameras were pointing. He super speeded into the alleyway by the bank. He found the access point for exchanging of money between the trucks that took money in and out. The door to the side was metal, but using a bit of super strength opened it easily.

Clark found the person in the far back easily. They were waiting by the president's office with a walkie- talkie in their hands. Clark managed to sneak up upon the person and tied him up before he had the chance to report. He then took the guy's place and looked out into the lobby.

--

Hey, that's pretty good for a day's work. Now, I need to get to bed.

Read, please. Review, pretty please. (And notice the name please.)