Five years ago, you opened your eyes with memories floating in your head. Memories that didn't belong to you, knowledge you didn't gain on your own, powers you didn't work for. You woke up as a clone, made out of spite, to hurt, to be a weapon. Yet, too bad for your creator, the ones you were cloned of were heroes, and that good trait still remained inside you, even if Lex created you to destroy, all you could destroy was your glassy cage so you would break free. And you did, but you still were lost. Until the heroes found you. The Justic3 L3agu3 tracked you down, not as a criminal, but as a person who was lost with someone else's experiences. Supr|man, and Bat|man, the ones you were cloned of took the responsibility of taking care of you. That's what heroes do. Knowing you didn't ask for any of this either, how could they just let you go. Based on you having superpowers, Super– Clark, decided that you should live with him, and Bruce provide financial support for an extra person living with a guy on reporter's salary. That you did. They've been taking care of you as if you're a family, a sibling, or their child.

It's a peaceful life, but you still don't know who you are out of being a clone. Are you supposed to be anyone, or just them? But you're not them. You'll never be.

"Why the long face?" Clark ruffles your hair as he walks past you while he's getting ready to go to work, the reporter one.