As far as Conner knew, he was Cadmus's only successful clone. It turns out he was wrong. The living proof of that is right in front of him, bloodied and bruised, eating his leftovers like a starved animal.

"So, let me get this straight," Conner says, sitting across from you, "You're a clone? Of Batman? And you somehow managed to escape the lab on your own?"

You only nod in response.

Conner pauses for a moment before he stands up, pulls out his phone and says, "I gotta call the League."