"He should go easier on you," Clark stated, frowning. "You're just a kid." And as a kid, he deserved to have fun every once and a while. Tennis wasn't Clark's idea of the most thrilling sport, but it was at least something. And maybe it was what Tim enjoyed. All the same, he deserved more than just a double life and tennis. Even when Clark was his age, he was allowed to do things and he was extremely limited and held back because of his abilities and the bad that might come out of them if he made the wrong step or attracted the wrong amount of attention. Even pretending to be normal was a difficult task. There had been more than one time where he had slipped up in front of the wrong person, almost costing him everything in the process.
"Do you like it?" Clark asked, catching the ball that Tim sent back into the hoop after he threw it in himself. "The double life? Because if you don't, it doesn't have to exist here. You could just be a kid." And there was nothing wrong with that. No one was asking Tim to sweep through the city streets as a full time vigilante. Clark did the work himself, but he had made that choice on his own. He knew that his powers were meant for something more than shoveling hay and building fences. At least, he was slowly beginning to accept that.
"They don't have more than one prison out there?" Clark asked, looking baffled. "That's not...a good thing. Can't they build something else? It'd be a good plan to separate some of the criminals. Throwing them all in one place is just asking for trouble."