"We really are opposite," Clark said warmly. Clark didn't used to work at night, but that was a changing theme for him lately. He always kept watch on the streets when he was going back and forth from the newspaper, but most of the action came around during the later hours. Clark sometimes shrugged that new costume of his on and took to the rooftops, quietly listening for any signs of trouble. It really was a useful thing, having superhearing and all. Clark could have very well sat perched atop the apartment complex and he'd just know if there was trouble so long as he kept his ears peeled. Not every crime was a noisy one; but working at a newspaper helped with that, at least. If there was a crime going on that hadn't been solved yet, sometimes he took to investigating before the police could figure the problem out themselves. Clark didn't exhaust himself by doing any of things to a point beyond reason, but he was starting to make it a part of his usual routine. That only went to show how much he had changed. Clark used to only tackle trouble when it popped up in front of him. Meteorite infected people attacking some of the citizens of Smallville right out in the open? Of course Clark was going to take an interest. But this? Going out and looking for trouble? It was a new side of himself that Clark was still trying to understand. He liked helping people. But he never thought he'd go anywhere near the lengths that Oliver himself had gone to. Disguising himself, taking on the alias of a hero...
God, he really was getting closer to that Superman, wasn't he? Clark didn't want that. He wasn't going to wear tights, underwear, and a cape. That would be insane.
"But Farmboy? Really?" It wouldn't have been the first time someone had nicknamed him that. There was an amused glint in his eye as he looked over at Dick. "I'd like to point out that growing up on a farm was great." But it probably wasn't for everyone. Personally? Clark loved it. Every second of it, even those chores that would make others cringe. Having superpowers did help though.
"This city is hardly a box," Clark pointed out, leaning back as he surveyed the sky. "It's supposed to be the biggest city in Kansas - now that Metropolis is gone, that is." Clark shifted a little, twisting to the side so that his view of the sky was pushed to the right while Dick took to center stage. "That'd explain how tired you look. You'll get used to all of the crazy that comes along here, I promise." He shrugged a little. "Mostly. I guess there are some things that even I can't get a handle on, but for the most part..." Clark reached out and clamped a large hand on Dick's shoulder. "Don't stress yourself. And you really should get some sleep - you look terrible."