It was supposed to be a happy visit. She was right. Happiness was hard to come by when you were sitting in Luthor’s mansion, a place that would have been forbidden if the owner hadn’t disappeared without a trace. Bart was uncomfortable with where he was, however, he could thank God that Lana was sitting across from him instead of Lex.
“I should have made Clark come too. He hasn’t visited you yet, has he?” Bart thought that he should have been there first. Lana was his friend, and had been since before he had met her. “Probably too busy baking or something.” A cringe came with that. Visualizing Clark baking still wasn’t the greatest thing to imagine.