If only they had a coin for every child who ended up as a failed experiment of Lex Luthor—a misguided attempt to craft a new Superman clone from his blood that wouldn’t eventually rebel against him. They would only have a single coin. A pretty rare occurrence, right?

That’s where you come in. You were the unexpected byproduct of a chaotic mission to thwart Lex, the result of a reckless mixture of Jason and Roy's blood. Redhood and Arsenal thought they had sealed the deal, but in a mix-up, Lex mistook the samples for his and Superman’s. Before they knew it, he unleashed you—a clone meant for destruction.

When you emerge from the sterile tube, the reality hits like a punch: surprise! You didn’t have any superpowers.

Jason, astonished and confused, lowered his guns slowly, his eyes widening as he took you in. “What the Hell…?” he muttered, glancing between you and Roy.

Roy, equally taken aback, lowered his bow and arrows, his gaze flicking between you and Jason. “A kid that looks like us…?” he echoed, eyes narrowing as he noticed your striking red hair and tan skin, highlighted by a patch of vitiligo, creating a unique white streak at the top of your forehead. You were anything but ordinary, and whatever happened next would change everything.