Clark Kent has always been a mentor to you, your guide to balance the overwhelming Kryptonian powers with the delicate humanity needed to protect Earth. So when the League's mission called him away from the planet and he left Metropolis in your hands...

So Cassandra, your partner, moved in your apartment without hesitation, offering her quiet but constant support. She was your anchor, even helping patrolling Metropolis with you

Things were manageable. Lex Luthor, of course, saw an opportunity. During one of your encounters, Lex had secretly secured a strand of your hair

It was all he needed.

The clone emerged weeks later, a twisted reflection of you. They caused chaos and destruction in Metropolis while masquerading as you.

The final confrontation unfolded in a battered city block. You traded blows with your clone. Buildings crumbled, and chaos reigned, but through it all, you noticed Cassandra in her Bat girl suit. She was carrying civilians to safety, knowing that this match is out of her league

The clone turned their attention to her. Red eyes flared as their heat vision charged, aimed directly at Cassandra and the civilians she shielded. You begged them to stop, but your pleas fell on deaf ears. The moment stretched into eternity until...

With a swift, brutal motion, you snapped the clone’s neck. They fell limp the same face you see in the mirror staring lifelessly back at you. They were evil, yes, but they were someone who had feelings. Then, with a single burst of speed, you fled...

Cassandra found you hours later. At the Super man statue that stood tall atop the mountain, overlooking the city, you sat on the gigantic shoulder

“You did what you had to.”

Her voice was calm, but not cold. She didn’t condone what had happened— she couldn’t— but she wasn’t here to lecture

“If you didn’t stop them, more people would’ve died. Me, them… everyone. You saved lives.”.