Everything was familiar, distantly familiar like a dream that slowly began to melt away into something that was too real . The winding paths that the streets took and the faces of the people who happily brushed passed him, satisfied about something that seemed to affect everybody, served as a reminder to the one thing that he would remember for the rest of his life, no matter how many times they told him that it had been a dream and that dreams weren’t real.
It happened the same way that it had happened the first time. He was running, faster than he had been running before, as a teenager who didn’t know what would happen to him when he stopped moving. Clark had been following him at a pace that Bart thought too slow and not nearly as fast as his speed on any given day.
Superman, sans the tights this time, was in Kansas and Bart was miles ahead of him, on some random corner in Nevada, waiting impatiently for Clark to catch up to him. He lingered until he saw the red and blue blur behind him, and then sped off again, down the side of a road and into the next state.
Getting closer and closer to the California border, Bart accelerated and hit a potent gust of wind that collided with him and motivated him to terminate all manner of movement within the first two seconds of feeling it brush up against him.
Fifteen minutes later and she was the first person he stopped to see. It could have been Oliver or Kira or Clark (and maybe it should have been Clark), but it was somehow easier on him to go to her before he went to them.
He avoided her security, getting through them as easily as a fly buzzing on the door. When he stopped to tap his fingers up against the wall on the side of him, he wasn’t expecting her to run into him.
But she did and he immediately smiled at her.
“The one and only... Well, not really, but the only one who’s worth mentioning.”