Aw the Kent Farm, one of my favorite places to visit. I get a home cooked meal, fresh air, and good company. Coming here always feels like a mini vacation. I have to admit though, getting there is half the fun. Flying with Kara is one of the most incredible things in the world.

"Ma's makin you're favorite tonight," she said flying in a curvy pattern. We were together side by side. I liked flying that way because I could pretend that I was the one that could actually fly.

"I love her lemon chicken and squash!" My stomach growled after I said that. Kara looked at me a little surprised at what just happened and then we just burst out laughing. Even though Kara was considerably younger than me, I really did enjoy having a girlfriend around. I never noticed how much I surround myself with testosterone filled males on a daily basis till I started hanging out with Kara.

"Clark is coming tonight too," Kara just dropped the bomb. Oh great. I this was going to be relaxing. Kara must have seen my concern on my face as we landed a few yards from the house.

"What's wrong? Are you mad at my cousin or something?" I've seen Kara get super protective over Clark, last thing I wanted was her mad at me.

"No, no, no, no. I'm not mad at all. I'm just not sure….he and Batman had a huge fight this week and I just don't want it to be awkward."

The problem about people who fly and who have super hearing is that they can sneak up on you pretty easy and they can hear a whisper from miles away.

"Barbara, you don't have to worry about it." I turned around quickly and spotted him. He was wearing old jeans and an old plaid shirt. I should have know the boy scout got her early to help out on the farm. I don't know why I was surprised. Clark continued talking, "I'm glad you're here for dinner. It's always nice when you come. Ma and Pa especially love your company."

"Thank you for being so welcoming. I love coming here, it gives me a chance to take a break from Gotham and clear my head a bit," I put a friendly hand on his arm. Jeez! He is rock solid.

"I know what you mean," he replied. I smiled and he smiled back. I turned around and started heading to the house, "Come on now, we should wash up. Martha Kent is a very punctual woman. If she says dinner is at six, then we better be in our seats, washed up, and ready to eat at five fifty-nine."

Of course both of the smart asses rushed into the house with super speed. Show offs. Martha Kent did give them an earful though. She had coupons on the coffee table that she finished sorting through and their rushing around cause them to scatter all over the living room. They were in turn all picked up quickly and sorted again. She was scolding more over the principle of their behavior.

"What I'd say about running in the house you two?" She had her hands on her hips when she asked.

I could hear both respond in unison. "Don't run in the house unless it's an emergency."

Martha rolled her eyes and continued working in the kitchen until she noticed I was there.

"Oh Barbara! How are you doing sweetheart?" she immediately stopped what she was doing so she could come over and gave me a hug. I love coming to this farm, I truly do.

Clark was sitting on the porch swing, looking out into the night sky. Everyone else was inside. He seemed a bit off during dinner. Something was bothering him, and knew whatever had happened with the fight with Darkseid and Brianiac had weighed heavily on his mind.

"Do you mind if I join you?" He looked up at me like he was just snapped back from wherever his mind was. I could only guess it was miles away, just like the stars that shined brightly in the sky.

"Not at all."

I put my sweater on and sat down quietly, not sure if he wanted to talk. I suppose I really do lead a strange life. I spend nights working with Batman and I have visits with Superman in his childhood home. People would literally kill to be privy to the information that I know. Silence hung around for a few moments, before he began to talk.

"Do you do this all the time? Make excuses for Bruce and try to repair his relationships for him?"

"I'm sorry. Have I made any excuses for him to you? I think I was just sitting here enjoying the country night sky with a friend."

He scoffed and looked at me. "I suppose you were."

I just raised my eyebrows as if to say: "Yes I'm innocent."

"Do you ever get mad at him because he was right?"

"Admitting that is dangerous, but yes there have been a few occasions where that has been the case."

"I just wanted to finish Darkseid, make sure he was never going to cause trouble again. He killed so many people. He killed my friend. He brainwashed me. I almost killed people because of that. Kara almost died. People still don't trust me because of him."

"But?"

"But Bruce was right. Killing him and me dying in the process wasn't going to fix that. I can't kill, even the worst being in the universe. If I kill, I cross a line that can never be redrawn."

"I don't think Bruce said all of that. That last part was you."

He just exhaled in frustration.

"I know your name is Superman and everyone always concentrates on the Super part of your name; but you are also a man. Being a man also means making mistakes, but you are a smart enough to have surrounded yourself with people who will help you when you do."

It was silent again for a few moments as he thought about what I said.

"Is this why Bruce has you around?"

"Ha! Hardly. He hates when I point out his humanity."

Clark laughed, "I bet he does."

I laughed with him until Kara came out.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," we both said in unison. She gave us both a suspicious look.

"Well, Ma's serving up some pie."

"We're coming," said Clark getting up. He put out a hand to help me up out of the swing. I, of course, didn't need the help; but took the offer anyways.

"Thanks," he said as I stood up.

"Thank you for actually listening to me instead of pouting in front of a computer and not even looking at me when I'm talking to you," I replied.

"Children pout, Bruce broods," Clark responded.

"They both seem the same to me," I sharply replied and laughed.

The Kent farm is a nice place to get away from it all; but Gotham is my home and is where my heart and soul lies, brooding Batman and all.

Today was a day that everyone will remember. My father's generation will always remember where they were when Kennedy was shot, mine will always remember where they were when Superman was killed.

I was at the police station watching the coverage of the latest group of super villains to terrorize downtown Metropolis when it happened. Everyone stopped what they were doing and just stared in shock and awe at the TV. Superman was dead. My heart sank down to my stomach as I started to comprehend what just happened.

"Oh my god! The Toyman, he killed him. He-he killed Superman." I heard one of the new rookie cops stammer out. I continued to watch the news coverage; Wonder Woman hand raced forward and grabbed Toyman by the collar. No one could hear what she was saying, but I knew from the body language that this wasn't good. Luckily Flash stepped in at the right moment. Everyone still watched the TV but started to engage in some conversation about what they just saw. I wasn't listening though. I was still in shock. I started to get nervous. I didn't want people see my reaction, so I frantically looked for an exit and left before anyone noticed I was leaving. It felt like this was a dream I was having and I just wanted to wake up, but the bile rising up my throat and the tears running down my face suggested otherwise. For a moment I thought Bruce was going to die, but Clark jumped in and save both him and Wonder Woman. God, Bruce is going to be a mess.

When I got to the manor I talked to Alfred and consoled Tim. He was pretty broken up. I tried to call Kara twice, but she never picked up. I'm sure she is with the Kents now and just wants to be alone to grieve. Hours later I was in the cave as Bruce got out of the Batmobile and went to the back of it to start unloading the evidence he brought back from the crime scene.

"Bruce!" I exclaimed. I ran to him and hugged him before he even knew what was happening. He couldn't help but return the embrace. He wasn't much of a hugger, hell he was much of anything that had to do with affection, but at that moment he seemed like he needed it and held me for longer than I ever thought possible for him.

"Sorry I-I just had to. For a second there I thought you and Wonder Woman," I said pulling away so I could search his face and try to make out what he was thinking.

"I'm alright. Thanks to him," he said quietly.

He left me to grab a pile of debris from the trunk and carry it over to one of the examination tables.

"What's that?" I asked confused as he went back to the car for some more.

"Evidence," he said shortly.

I walked over to it one of the piles and started to examine it.

"Do you see anything wrong," he asked.

I looked at him worried, but then I decided to look at the rubble more closely. It took me a minute to realize what he was talking about. It wasn't the evidence that was there; it was the evidence that wasn't there. I picked up a piece of a stop sigh and looked at it under the table's magnifying glass. I was a bit astonished for a second and finally answered his question, "There-there's no scorch marks on any of these items. How is that possible?"

"Exactly. Matter cannot be created or destroyed. Superman isn't dead. He is just somewhere else," he answered. He took the cowl off for the first time all day.

"But where?" I replied.

"That's what I'm going to find out," he said confidently.

"Bruce," I said reaching out and putting a hand on him, "not that I'm doubting you, but I hope you're right."

"He's out there somewhere. He might even be in another dimension."

"I believe you, but how are we suppose to find him if he isn't even-" I stopped myself from saying what was on my mind. "I'm sorry. I can't believe I'm being the pessimist here and you the optimist. We will find him. Let me know if I can do anything to help."

He stared at the debris and started to talk after a few moments, "How is Tim taking this?"

"He's taking it pretty hard. He tries to not show it, but I know he's upset. Besides you, Superman is one of his idols."

"Do me a favor," he said putting a sample on a slide, "don't mention my theory to Tim or Kara. I don't want to get their hopes up, just in case."

"Of course. I'm sure you're onto something though. The evidence, or lack there of, is there." I said trying to be hopeful.

I finally did get to talk to Kara later. She told me they planned on telling people that Clark went missing during all the chaos downtown. I went to the funeral with the Kents. The entire time I prayed to God that Bruce was right and that Clark really was just lost, not dead. The entire Justice League was there, including Bruce even though no one else knew, I was sure he was hiding in the shadows somewhere.

One other day I will always remember also, was the day when Superman returned. I was in a cab coming back from the airport. The cabby just as delighted, if not more than I was, at the news being broadcasted on the radio: Superman was alive!

"He was right!" I said out loud with a huge smile across my face. "Right about what Miss?" the cabbie asked me confused.

"Nothing, nothing," I said as he pulled up to the curb. "Here keep the change. I'm always going to remember you. It's a good day."

"Same to you Miss. I'm always going to remember the day you were in my cab and gave me such a generous tip."

I realized as he pulled away that I accidentally gave him more than a 100% tip. Sonofbitch!