It wasn't easy to find a decent view of the sunrise when you lived in the middle of a city. There were buildings leaping up from each and every direction, blocking the sky from the ground without any trouble at all. Clark really wasn't the type of guy who was used to that sort of setting. Not when back home, he had been able to take a look up at the nights sky and pick out dozens of stars right from the window of his loft. It was more difficult here. The scenery was more like Metropolis than Smallville and that, as previously stated, made it very difficult for one to get a good view of the sky when they wanted it the most. Fortunately for Clark, the apartment complex he lived in at the moment had a tall enough roof. It was as close as he was going to get to a good view of the sun climbing into the day without speeding off to a different location. Seeing as he had only just woken, Clark wasn't all that interested in speeding off across the country just yet. He needed to wake up. Maybe after a little caffeine he'd be good to go; until then, Clark was going to settle for the next best thing that wasn't outside the city: the roof. Clark wanted to watch the sunrise. Sometimes just looking at it made him think of his real home - the one that he was beginning to believe he would never be able to actually see again outside of those episodes of his life being thrown across the TV on a weekly basis. That wasn't the same though; being able to go and look at the sun and reminisce about his life in Smallville was probably as close as it was going to truly get for him.
Dressed in his pajamas - a pair of blue sweatpants and a white t-shirt - Clark easily found the door to the roof and stepped outside. He took a brief moment to admire the progressing garden, then turned to seek out his usual spot. This was hardly the first time that Clark had come out here to look at the sky. He had a nice place settled along the edge of the roof. One that, as Clark turned, he noted was being occupied by someone new. Not only was that figure new to the spot in question, but he was also new to this world in itself. Dick Grayson (also known as Nightwing, Clark had been told), was sitting in his spot.
Clark couldn't help but smile. From where he was standing now, Dick couldn't possibly see him. His back was turned to Clark, which meant that if he didn't want to surprise him to the point where Dick actually fell off the roof, Clark would have to alert of him of his presence. So, quite casually, Clark folded his arms across his chest and cleared his throat. "It's not a bad view, is it?"