Bart was aware of Clark’s powers and of his heritage, only because they were alike in ways that needed to be shared and talked about. He had been the first one with an unordinary ability that Clark had met, who couldn’t blame Smallville for his differences. If things had been switched around, if they’d met under normal circumstances, it wasn’t likely that he would know who Clark truly was. He would have been like Lana then, left in the dark until he found out one way or another.
“Please, he does not. He hasn’t even given you a pie yet, has he? He was going to give my friend one for some guy. You think he’d make one extra delivery while he was out.” Honestly. That wasn’t too much to ask for. Rude was what it was. Or something like that. Along the lines of rude.