After feeding the cows and playing a very long game of fetch with Shelby, she knew that she would have to go back Metropolis and face the music. She had still not told her Grampa that she had quit and she was not too sure that Bruce Wayne knew either. He definitely did not know.

She had helped 'Brucie' enough, enough to know that he had gotten on her last nerve. And she still did not know where her phone was. It had her favourite pictures on it and she was really far in Candy Crush game that she was gonna beat her own record.

She was in trouble.

X-ray vision is useless if you cannot find what you are looking for. If she were to actually be able to find her phone, well she would just have to retrace her own steps. The many of very many steps that she had taken before and it was A LOT of steps. In just one day. It was just the one day? Wasn't it? She really couldn't remember where the last place that she had her phone or where she had even used it last.

There was one place that she is dreading that it could be, and she would rather have another, No a whole swarm of flies in her mouth again.

She better get back to Metropolis soon.

He owed Clark Kent an apology, and he was going to do in person. Alfred had insisted that it was the proper way to do it and the most meaningful. He was to be polite and sincere or he would be in much further trouble with Alfred and he already had a lot to deal with.

He would have to make a couple of stops before he gets to her apartment. He had already ditched the people that were following him and the people that he was not supposed to know that were following him as well.

People of Metropolis did know the meaning of subtle in their various ways. They were able to blend in to the crowd like smoke. But some of them were idiots that were unable to use the skill of disguise and be discreet when they needed to be. The only person in Metropolis that was fooling anyone was Lex Luthor. The people that worked for him were almost too good. They were also foolish. Hanging onto Lex's every word as if he was a God. And that was how all Luthor's saw them and Lex was no different.

Clark opened her door to expecting it to be Chloe, who needed a favour from her. A favour that she did request to meet up a couple of days ago at her Grandpa's place, and it is not like she had her phone to get contact with her. And Clark was a tad notorious for losing her phone, but she was always able to find it because she did live a small town. So, she was rather surprised when she casually opened the door to find Bruce Wayne on her doorstep.

And the surprise look on her face said it all. But the way he was looked was far more surprise that she had actually laughed at him, right in the face.

"May I come in?" said Bruce politely.

But she was too surprised by the way he looked that he did not answer(because she was slightly still laughing at him) and he assumed as much that she was allowing him to come in. Even though he did NOT have an invitation and she probably would have said "No" but being the chicken she was she really would have said "Yes" to him. She still had to work on saying "No" to certain people.

Bruce Wayne a mess. He was well dressed in a three piece suit that looked more expensive than the money her parents made that year. But the bit was funny, was the suit, was covered in what looked like two or even more cups of coffee. Hot scold coffee that even a normal human being could smell. It looked like he had thrown it all over him, multiple times and none of it even made it to his mouth.

His hair looked like he had ran through a hedge and was very sticky from the coffee or something else. This was not a day that he should have used hair gel.

He was carrying what looked like a bouquet of colours that had been cut down or eaten by a wild animal. And the petals were stuck to him like it was confetti and this made it so much better.

He looked calm on the outside. But she could tell that he was raging on the inside and just a little on the outside. The little vein pooping out on the side of head was sticking out and did not help his 'little act' and she just found it too funny. His calm and relaxed exterior was boiling on the inside.

And her Kansas upbringing just had to kick in. Be the good host and all. Be kind and have good manner was what she was told to do.

"Can I help?" she said innocently. "Mr Wayne?" she put in the last part just to annoy him even more.

The day started off well but it got so much fucking worse. He was almost mugged by a robber until he had given his wallet, his watch and other things. He 'clumsily' knocked the mugger to the ground. Pretending that it was just an accident and the mugger was unconscious and soon takes away in an ambulance. The mugger was now attempting to sue him for his medical bills and other bullshit. The mugger was denying that anything had happened and that it was the other way around. That Brucie Wayne had gotten drunk and attacked him. This was bullshit, and what more surprised the cops actually believed it. They believed that he was 'The Hood' and was attacking anyone he saw fit.

He had been warned by the police and sent off.

He went to get a few items that were required. He had gotten flowers and coffee as a way to apologise the best that he could. He had gotten the apartment where Clark Kent was staying. The apartment was unlisted, but he was able to get the address. Hopefully, Kent did not know this and would add too many questions. He was suspicious that she knew more than she was saying. But he left it to him just being paranoid and down to her strange behaviour of being a teenager.

He had gotten the apartment complex to find the elevator was broken. The apartment was on the top floor of all places. For a normal human being this would be brutal and cruel situation for anyone. He had seen a lot of pissed of people looking at the sign and dismaying the staff as if it was not broken.

He had decided to take the stairs instead of waiting for the dam thing to be fixed. He knew that the coffee would get cold if he did not hurry; he decided to run up them. He knew it was highly unlikely that anyone would be going up them. He did not know what the hell happened or how the hell it did. But a sudden gust of wind from an open window tossed him down a half, a flight of stairs. Without warning and luxury he was a mess. He was exhausted, tired and grumpy. He needed a shower and a change of clothes. His day was ruined and there was nothing that he could do to fix it. He had reserved his dignity enough and just went to Kent's apartment. There was no way in hell he was going to let the press see him in this state.

Smiles and all he knocked on the apartment door. He had no yet seen his reflection but by the sound of the teenager laughing at him it was something to laugh at.

Five minutes later of conversation and laughter.

"I came here to apologise and return…" said Bruce.

He had taken the phone out of coat pocket only to find that the screen was cracked and it was rather soaked.

"Apologises," he said.

And to make matters worse he somehow dropped the phone out of his hands. And somehow the teenager was able to catch the phone before it had hit the ground. It was as if her life depended on the phone.

"Oh thank you. I have been looking all over for this and thought I lost. Thought my parents were going to kill me. Thank You, Thank You" she said beaming a smile and gave him a quick hug.

He was glad someone was having a good day. She smelt good.

"My?" she said.

"Is it?" she said.

It took her seconds to realise what had happened to the mobile. And looked like she was about to cry.

This was not his day. He had seen teenagers have an emotional meltdown when he was in school when their phone had broken. They were entitled brats and many different reactions. From making threats and demands. Blaming others students or staff when the entitled teenager was taking a selfie and dropped it. Crying and weeping as if someone had died. To the odd panic attack. Students running out school to get a new phone or even one brought to them. He found it the mildly amusing and only interesting subject in school.

"I am sorry" was the only thing he could think to say.

"I will buy you a new one" he was quickly.

And she growled at him.

She was ignoring him. And left him in the hallway alone and proceeded to go to the kitchen. The one thing that he could not deal with was making a girl cry. He did not know how to act or what to do. This was his fault and this was something that Alfred would talk him through. This was something that he could not do.

This was a job for Alfred.