She pressed her hand down her on the keyboard, shocked to see who had entered the doorway because this was someone that she never thought that she was ever going to run into. She didn't even realise that she had broken the keyboard in half and made an impression the table with the palm of her hand.

Of all people why did it have to be Bruce Wayne of all people?

"I thought you were in jail?" she just bluttered out without even thinking.

Humorously he just laughed at her.

Today was going to better much than he thought it was and much more amusing than he thought it was going to be. He had no idea or conclusion to why the Kent girl was here in the first place other than being here for information on his arrest. But her general shock on her face seeing him showed that she did not know that he was out of jail so that was not the reason why she was here.

Possibly information on the other clients?

But Clark Kent did not seem like the kind of typical reporter that would sneak around for information without consent of people involved and do her work illegal. Though his judgement and instincts could be wrong about her after all he was not always correct, as he had been mistaken in the past and led to unfortunate mistakes on his part.

She looked at him clueless look on her face, and he had realised he had not spoken to her as well.

"Could ask you the same question, Miss Kent!" said Bruce.

She opened her mouth ready to spoke but came up with nothing to say.

BEEP

BEEP

"It seems I caught the kid with their hand in the cookie jar," said Bruce smugly.

She was so busy listening to the high pitched sound of the sound that she didn't even realise that he had walked forward and was no standing right in front of her. Also, his hand was placed on the table rather too close for her comfort as he was almost touching it as he moved his hand forward to hers.

Then she looked down to her own hand to see that it was covered in keys from the keyboard and quickly moved her hand away, only for her hand to brush against his and to give him an electric shock as he brushed her feet nervously against the floor, creating static electricity.

"Sorry," she said.

And somehow she ended up knocking the bottled water and spilling it all over him and onto the ground.

"How the heck does this keep happening?" said without thinking again.

He was now receiving several electric shocks.

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

The pace and sounding of the beeping were starting to get louder and then started to die down within seconds.

"Kent, you broke my ankle monitor," he said sounding rather angrily.

After receiving several shocks to his leg, he felt that he had but little choice to take the damn thing off his leg. He had temporarily lost his composure as 'Brucie' for moment as he lost himself in his own anger from what was really going on his life.

"Sorry," they both said at the same time.

Both were quiet for a moment again before they started to laugh.

"Alright since you had gone to all this trouble to get an interview and creativity I guess on this one occasion…I suppose I will give you an interview" said Bruce.

"Inter-what?" said Clark confused.

"My lawyer will want my head for this or better yet I would be locked up again," said Bruce.

She was just confused.

"Clark, he said smiling at her "You are here to try and sweet talk me into me for an article for the Daily Planet, aren't you?" he said almost questioningly.

"No," she said scoping the room.

He was so trying to sweet talk to her so that he could get information from her, just like he did to Cat Grant.

He smiled at her and leaned forward to her, while smiling at her.

"Then may I ask why you are here?" he said flirtatiously.

Was she actually about to fall for this?

She knew exactly what he was doing, and she was practically falling for it.

She was NOT going to let him get away with this.

"I am supposed to be here."

He looked at her.

"Well, I am supposed to be here, right now? Not now! But I do have permission to be here at this time anyway. What is the time anyway because I supposed to here, I think it is here at a certain time and…..Wait is this your Lawyer's office ? I am here to pick something up" she said unsure of herself.

He just nodded and looked confused at her at the same time. This girl was way too much for him to handle, he couldn't help but smile at her.

"Clark would you like to have that interview over dinner tonight?" he said.

"I told you I am not here for an interview, Mr Wayne" she said rather frustrated.

"Please, call me Bruce" he said almost pleading and a little ticked off as well.

What was her game here?

Was she trying to get under his skin?

Or was she really that clueless?

"Yeah I think I just come back later and I will be going now" she said.

She was trying doing her best to try and get way for this situation as possible and get the heck away from him. But for some reason he was not letting her go and was too close for her comfort with the distance of less than a foot between them.

"Clark?" he said.

He stepped in closer to her, taking her hand and clasping it in his.

She had grown since the time he had seen her. She had gotten a little bit taller since the last time that he had seen her and her hair had grown out a little bit more. He had distracted himself in that moment as he could smell the faint smell of hay coming from her, that he hadn't noticed that he had caught his foot in a wire that was connected to the computer.

The moment he realised this however, she had taken a step back while he was taken one back as well (he was causing her discomfort.) and in this moment made an unfortunate mistake.

With his foot caught in the wire, he tried his best to dislodge it but he somehow ended up stumbling backwards and grabbing the Kent girl with him when he tried to hold onto something. They both ended up sitting on the computer chair spinning around with him sitting on her lap. And his foot was still caught in the wire.

She fiddled with her glasses making sure that they were still there and that they had not fallen off. They were still there, unlike the last time.

He did not dare look into her eyes as she moved her head away to the side embarrassed by the whole situation.

He did not know what he was doing in the moment. He touched her cheek as she started to blush as he gently put his fingers on her cheek and moving strands of hair then putting them behind her ear.

"Sir, I hope I am not interrupting anything" said an amused yet dry voice.

They were both startled in that moment and Bruce immediately stood up in that moment an instinct that he has had since childhood, he was ready to get into trouble.

He looked up to see Alfred standing in the doorway with the police in hand.

"It is just that police have come to put on the proper ankle monitor," said Alfred dryly with two police officers standing behind him.

This was going to take up a lot of clearing up.

"Lucky bastard"

She heard one of the police officers mutters under his breath to his partner, and this just made her go a much deeper shade of red. Of all days in her life to wear a skirt, this had to be in the top twenty of bad days/experiences to have worn one. Her skirt was currently caught in the side of the chair, and she was dreading mocking just in case that she would rip the damn thing.

But Bruce noticed her discomfort and just politely smiled at her.

"If you don't mind," he said.

She was not sure what to say so she just nodded in embarrassment as he pulled the back of her skirt out of the chair. She knew one thing for sure that if her Dad was right now somehow and would not know how but he would have a shotgun in his hands and ready to shoot. It was rather comforting that he did not actually touch her because right now she could feel every eye on was her and she wanted to be the one that was hiding behind the table instead.

"There we go" Bruce said politely and she quickly moved away.

She quickly moved away without looking back.

"I guess I come back later, when things are not busy," she said.

She marched out of the door quickly (humanly) as possible and with success without knocking into anyone. And she was able to get out of there before anyone managed to string a sentence together. She made sure that all her senses were normal as well making sure that she didn't overhear anything so that she wouldn't somehow get herself involved in any more trouble.

Sneaking in was no problem and sneaking out was just slightly harder with the police being outside and inside the building but it was rather easily done.

"I gather that was Miss Kent," said Alfred.

They two of them were now left alone and in that moment Bruce unintentionally gave him the bat-glare as soon as the doors were closed and he was sure that they were alone.

"Alfred, I need you to attention a meeting in my place with Lucius with my current condition I feel that I am unable to," said Bruce.

He was irritated his Lawyer was stuck in traffic on his way back to Metropolis after his meeting with Wayne Enterprises making sure that his financial and business situations were in the safe hands of Lucius Fox while he was a waiting for the speedy trial.

"And which of Miss Kent ?" asked Alfred.

'Good question,' he thought to himself.

But before he could go into further thought his Lawyer had arrived and stopping his train of thought from going into the darkness.

And the look on his Lawyer's face said it all, he was in more trouble than he had anticipated and this was something that was not so easily going to go away so easily.

She was back in Kansas Smallville for the meanwhile to finish off her chores that needed to be done before she was going to leave it to someone else's handy dandy work. She needed something no one else could do in case that person put themselves in danger or got them hurt or so much worse.

Her parents were out on a date after she had made sure that they did not miss celebrating it just because she would be leaving in a couple of days and she had to spend just messily a couple of hours on the Farm by herself. She was going to be living by herself and alone very soon so this was something that she was going to have to get used to and not be miserable just because her parents were not with her. She was not a child anymore since she had just finished high school and this was something that she was just having to going to get used to. Whenever she liked it or not.

"Let's see what needs to be done?" she looked up to the house to see what could be and what had not already been done.

There was that old tree that was starting to root and should be chopped down for firewood and some parts of the fences needed replaced. Hmm there was also that small part of the barn that needed replaced and the stairs were starting to get a little shaky and wobbly. And the roofs had not been cleaned in a while and the chimney could do with a good clean out and given a good old scrubbing inside and out. And coal was on sale right now so she could go and pick a couple of loads of it and leave it in the cellar for winter.

But most importantly and this was important. Because she was going away and other people were going to be on the Farm her spaceship had to be moved and hidden so that they could not hide it.

Cans of paints were bought a couple of years ago to paint the house but they never did get around to painting the entire house, and that was something that she could do by herself because no one would get in her way or she would not get in their way. Some rocks needed to be moved. Rocks that she kept tripping over, causing a little mistake here and there because she always somehow tripped over them. But then again because she was going to move them, it would be the perfect place to hide her spaceship and something else that needed to be done.

She needed a good old distraction to get things off her mind and stop her mind wondering to certain moments. In that moment she could not help but tie her hair back and blush hating that she could recall the whole situation perfectly all because she had a photographic memory.

She could bake some cookies for her Grandfather and for her parents as a sort of bribe to them…

"Hello Dorothy"

She turned around to see Pete standing behind her as he waved and smiled at her nervously. I guess this was the moment that had "The Talk" about whenever they were going to take a "break" or breakup. This was a conversation that she was not looking forward to, and she knew that it would end up with the line "I hope we still can be friends" or is it is me, not you but I hope we can still be friends." Which one was it going to be?

Pete was looking around nervously, and his heartbeat was accelerating.

"Pete, my Dad is not here,"

She said reassuring him knowing that her Dad had a little conversation with him that started and ended with Pete's life being threatened if he were to hurt her in anyway possibly. This was all done with her Dad holding a shot gun in his hands and then ended with him chopping wood with an axe. Pieces of the wood would land at Pete's feet making him very nervous and his manhood along with it, the way her Dad was chopping the wood like a madman would scare anyone.

Well, her Mum was the only one that was no scared of it and was at best mild teasing and just felt sorry for whoever had to go through the ordeal. This had sadly lost her a couple of dates before she even went on them and made others too scared to go out with her. "Mad Dad Axe," he was called and the title stuck around turning it into a horror story. People actually her Dad chopped boys that hurt his (not so) little girl or if he did not like the looks of them. It got even worse when the girls started to ask for her Dad's help with her ex-boyfriend. She could see that some guys wanted to ask her the same about their ex-boyfriends as well and one or two did but most of them were too scared that her Dad would kill them for just asking. She found it amusing at first but it just got annoying when she started to date Pete because a lot of girls were asking them. Or some people placing bets on when he would killed or that he would be skipping town before he was killed and chopped into "tiny, wee pieces." There were also the bets on where the bodies would be found and if Pete would be one of them or not.

"So!" said Pete.

"So…" She said repeating what he had said not knowing what she was going to say.

"So… Is Bruce Wayne Green Arrow or not?"asked Pete.

"No, "she said way too fast."Not that I know of," she said looking away and started to whistle away.

Pete was grinning, obviously believing that Bruce Wayne was the Green Arrow. If he only knows the whole truth and just how close he was to the complete picture after all he had meeting with Batman. A meeting that he never did get over never stopped talking about and one that she was truly getting fed up hearing about. She was truly grateful that Chloe and Lana had not told about what she actually knew because all three knew he would be worse that Chloe and get himself into the way too much trouble. And all to get his autograph and maybe a selfie or two (hundred) with Batman and there was the talk about wanting to drive "The Batmobile." To her horror she had actually learned more about Batman since that meeting than she cared to think about.

But she never did find out who planted those bombs in the first place and it was rather tight lipped for a while. It was covered up and was left as just as unknown and labelled as an incident that had happened. It made her wander just how many times these sorts of situations were covered up.

"You know it is all over the news that he is out of jail and that he has killed already," said Pete.

Right now he was in his fan boy fantasy world and would not be stopping any time soon.