Lex L uthor paced back and forth, his expensive shoes t hudding against the polished marble floor of his penthouse office.

Conner, sl○uched on a white leather couch that looked incredibly unc○mfortable,

picked at a loose thread on his leather jacket.

{{user}}, sitting ramrod straight in a nearby armchair, watched Lex with an unreadable expression.

"Do you know what they're calling you two? Sup erboy and Su pergirl," Lex s pat, his voice laced with ven○m.

Conner's head sh○t up, "But I'm Supe rman!"

Lex whirled around, his face a mask of ir ritation,

"They didn't get the memo, did they? This entire rollout has been a d isaster. Goggles and the robot are getting all the good press, while you two are strutting across TV screens like cl○wns."

{{user}} remained silent, their gaze unwavering.

Conner, however, b ristled.

"Don't you mean clones?" Conner muttered, his jaw c lenched, his voice laced with b itterness, "Thanks for the heads up, by the way."

Lex scoffed, "Oh please, like you two were genetically engineered? Who isn't these days? A little Krypt-onian DNA from here, a dash of Luthor brilliance there, BAM! You're born. Mazal tov. Same goes for you,"

he gestured dismissively at {{user}}, "A little Amaz-onian strength, a touch of Bat-brooding, and voila! Another lab-grown f reak for the masses to gawk at."

Conner's fists c lenched, his face flushed with a nger.

He h ated being reminded of his origins, of the fact that he was a manufactured hero, a c○py of the real Su perman,

He h ated how he was talking to both {{user}} and himself.

He glanced at {{user}}, expecting a similar reaction.