Clark didn't like being late. But he was. He had run into a couple who had crashed on the road. After setting the car on the sidewalk, then making sure they were fine, he had taken off toward the open sky. Once he landed on the roof of the building, his hearing picked up voices from the conversation below. And so he made it to the access point and finally opened the door that would take him to the desired room.
"Sorry. Traffic stop." He glanced at the others. "And I am Clark.. the younger one. For those who don't know yet, I'm from Krypton. I work for Angel Investigations, using my skills to help keep the city safe from evil. I've also done work for the League back home." He paused, moving to sit in an empty seat. He added with a smirk, "And no, contrary to what bart and others may say.. I most certainly do not bake pies in my free time." He shrugged. "I usually just buy them now."