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At the talon, Clark was leaning against the wall. He was bored that day, and there was nothing for him to do. He and Lana had broken up about five months ago and she had immediately left Smallville in an attempt to search for herself. He had gotten over her about three months ago, or at least stopped leaving messages on her cell phone. Three months ago he stopped seeing her face before going to sleep and praying that he'd see it when he woke up. Three months ago he stopped expecting to see her standing in the kitchen, cooking for the both of them. It was also three months ago, he stopped thinking this was all a bad dream, and waking up to the realization that Lana was gone and that she wasn't coming back, was like his eyes opening for the first time. The numb feeling had also worn off long ago and he no longer felt hollow inside. Three months ago … he began to get over her, and move on.

He couldn't even begin to describe how grateful he was that Chloe was there for him to lean on. She had been so supportive and consoled him at any hour of the day. She had also done whatever it took to get his mind off of Lana, and it was because of her it only took two months for him to get over Lana.

Clark didn't know how to describe it, but if it was possible, he and Chloe had gotten even closer.

Lost in his thoughts, he almost missed his name being called, lucky for his super-hearing though, because he still heard it.

"Hey Clark!" said a voice from behind him.

"Bart?" He asked, turning around, confused as to why the boy was here, in front of him. Then again, Bart never needed a reason to use his power. No one can be bored with Bart around. Clark thought, mentally chuckling.

"What's up man?" Bart asked, raising his hand for a high five, while eating a burrito in the other.

Same old Bart. Clark thought, chuckling out loud. Shaking his head, he high fived Bart, pulling into a one arm manly hug.

"Nothing much with me, what about you?" Clark asked. "Saving the world lately?" He joked.

"Eh… same old, same old." Bart replied in a bored and tired tone, waving his burrito arm dismissively. Clark raised an eyebrow at Bart's neutral expression, not knowing, and definitely never experiencing, a side like this to Bart. A serious side. Now that's a scary thought.

Then, a grin broke out onto his face, and he started to laugh.

"Ah I'm just kidding mi amigo." Bart said, as if consoling the bigger of the two. Clark rolled his eyes, but still chuckled. He'd never get tired of Bart's humor.

"So what are you up to? The others here?" Clark asked, referring to the other members of the Justice League.

"Yup, they sent me to find you." Bart grinned, finishing his burrito.

"And they didn't call me because …"

"Because I like to run…?" Bart spoke as if Clark was slow, also making it sound like the most obvious thing in the world at the same time.

"And I'm faster than any phone call." Bart said, pointing a finger in Clark's face. "Got that boy scout?" He couldn't help but bring up Clark's old nick name. It was his idea after all.

Clark looked from Bart's finger to his face, and back again. Rolling his eyes for the third time, he swatted away Bart's hand and said, "Yeah ok."

"So … how about a race for old time's sake?" Bart pleaded Clark.

"Where to?" All he needed was a destination, and he could beat Bart.

"Ollie's penthouse." Since they've chosen a destination, he could beat Clark by a millisecond.

Clark had a sudden realization. "Well what about Chloe?" Clark asked, not wanting to leave Chloe out of the loop about the JL being back in town.

"Oh … right! She's already there." Bart said. "Probably should've said that first, but I did now."

"Really?" Clark asked. "And yeah you should've."

"Yeah," Bart smirked, "We called her. Anyways, we can't have the Justice League all together without her." He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and to Bart, it most likely was.

"Ok then, on three." Clark said, once again shaking his head from his musings.

"One…" Bart said, and assumed the position one did when they are about to run. Luckily no one was looking at them.

"Two…" Clark counted, and before Bart could say three, they were both off! They used their super-speed to try to be the first one there. They came to an abrupt halt half a second later, both of them stopping on the dime.

"You cheated!" Bart accused hypocritically.

"Yeah well so did you." Clark threw back at him evenly, making Bart huff.

"Clark, you're here." Oliver stated more than asked, as he descended from the high tech computer area.

"Oliver." Clark nodded his head, smiling as he shook hands with him.

"About time you got here." Victor said, coming into view from the kitchen with a sandwich in hand, along with Chloe. He clapped a hand on Clark's back and said, "What took you so long?"

"Yeah…" This time it was A.C. who stood up from the couch. "We sent Bart to get you like five minutes ago."

"Looks like they're getting rusty." Chloe remarked, shaking her head in feign disappointment.

"Yeah that's it." Clark said sarcastically. "We're losing touch."

"Speak for yourself." Bart said, holding his hands up, making the rest of them snicker.

"So … why exactly are you boys in town?" Chloe asked them.

"Actually … that's what I wanted to talk to you guys about today." Oliver said, as he walked back to his computer, "We have something important to attend to tonight."

"We?" Clark and Chloe asked at the same time. Exchanging looks of confusion with each other, Clark asked, "Where could we possibly go that would require the seven of us?"

"Speaking of … where's Bruce?" Chloe asked, looking around the room to see that the man was not there.

"He said that he'll meet us there." Victor answered her.

"Where?" Clark was getting a little exasperated.

"The place we're going to tonight." Bart said, in a duh-tone.

Chloe were starting to get frustrated. Pursing her lips together, Chloe asked, "Someone tell me, please, where we are going tonight." It was more of a command then a question.

Oliver, Victor, A.C., and Bart all looked at each other and just shrugged. They told Oliver, through their expressions, that he should tell them.

"We're going to Justice." Oliver smirked, waiting for their reactions.

Review and I'll try to get the next chapter up soon! I already have it, but I didn't want to make this one too long so I split it up lol.

The next one is more … funnier lol And we find out what the hell Justice is.

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