Welcome
It all started when a crystal dropped into existence, punched a hole in time and space and landed into the lap of one the most insane men to ever walk the Earth.
At first, the clown didn't know what he had been gifted with, stuck in his cell in Arkham, staring at the reddish purple crystal laying innocently on the dirty stone floor.
And then the voices started, telling him of another universe, talking of power and chaos beyond what he could have ever dreamed.
census
Heroes
Villains
SHIELD
Avengers
Justice League
X-Men
Brotherhood
Mutants
Anti-Heroes
Civilians
Neutral
Total
|
00 ♂
00 ♂
00 ♂
00 ♂
00 ♂
00 ♂
00 ♂
00 ♂
00 ♂
00 ♂
00 ♂
000 ♂
|
00 ♀
00 ♀
00 ♀
00 ♀
00 ♀
00 ♀
00 ♀
00 ♀
00 ♀
00 ♀
00 ♀
000 ♀
|
|
LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
|
Post by Lois Lane on Mar 21, 2013 12:17:12 GMT -5
Man, why did this kind of thing always happen to her? She had just been walking home after a nice long day at the paper, hardly looking for any kind of trouble. Her article had been submitted and she hadn’t even decided on what her next story was going to be. So there was no reason to go stalking after people, or sniffing around in areas she shouldn’t be in just for the sake of it. It should have been just a nice, quiet walk home to her apartment, where pizza and a comfortable sofa were waiting for her. To think, she could have been watching The Daily Show and kicking off her heels.
Instead, she was hiding in a dumpster with some chick she had never even met before. And why? Because she had seen this girl getting her purse stolen from her a ways down the otherwise empty street and had decided to help. As the man was running by her, she kicked out her foot, tripping him easily and sending him flying into a nearby trashcan. Collecting the purse, she thought that had been the end of it: only hero fan fair waiting for her as she moved back to the woman and returned her purse. How was she supposed to know that the really large thug had come with a plan B? Apparently running away had only been his first idea. He was so strapped for cash, he was willing to come back and trying again.
This time brandishing a knife he hadn’t been that prepared to use until she had pissed him off by knocking him down and making his nose bleed.
So, of course, the chase happened, Lois and the poor girl scrambling away before either could be harmed by the knife. He chased after them, though it was unclear which one he was more interested in at that point- both girls ran together, bound by some kind of invisible string. Lois imagined that, if they had split up, she would have been the one who had the pursuer.
In any case, they both found themselves in a dumpster, hoping the guy had run by without realizing where they had ducked into.
“You should have just let him have my bag,” whispered the stranger, her voice more of a hiss than anything else.
“Well,” huffed Lois in an equally soft voice, “how was I supposed to know that he was going to come back? It always works in the movies.”
“This isn’t the movies!” the woman whimpered, “now what do we do?”
Lois sighed, waiting a moment to listen before she offered a soft response, “I think we should check… I don’t hear him. Peek out and see if he’s gone.” Even in the dark of the dumpster, she could see the horrified look of her trapped companion. Clearly, she was not that eager to follow along with her little plan.
“Are you crazy? You check- you’re the one who caused all this trouble!”
“Fine, fine,” sighed Lois, “then don’t move.” With that, she left the funk of the dumpster behind, peeking up out of the garbage container to see if their threat had done. As luck would have it- No, he wasn’t gone.
He was just looking in their direction, meeting eyes with her as though it had been fated to be right from the start. Frowning, Lois sank back into the dumpster.
“Well?” the woman asked hopefully.
“We should start screaming,” replied Lois.
|
|
|
Is that all I am? Am I really Just a . . . a clone?
|
|
Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on Mar 21, 2013 16:53:55 GMT -5
Superboy stood on top of a very large, tall building far out of eye sight of anybody. He had on his signature outfit. Not that he had any other clothing. It was a black shirt with short sleeves that tightened around his overly muscular biceps. The shirt wasn’t tight around the rest of his body, but it was clear that he was built. The black shirt was neatly tucked into a pair of worn out jeans which were cuffed at the top of his black combat boots. The wind ruffled his short black hair more than it was usually ruffled. He had the good-looks and a built body. A small frown lay upon his face and his eyes were closed. His arms were crossed over the kryptonian House of El symbol. The S that Superman often wore so proudly. Superboy seemed to bored. As if in deep thought not even looking at the beautiful Metropolis sky-line before him. But he was actually tuning things out as he used his super hearing to hear all of the happenings of the ‘City of Tomorrow’.
Metropolis didn’t have that much crime to be honest. When he was in New York City he could constantly hear a mugging or shooting or something dastardly happening that he could easily go and help with. But he found that New York City already had an overabundance of heroes. What with the Avengers, Spider-man, the X-men, Static, someone named Dare Devil, another named ‘the Punisher and many, many more. There were so many before, but now it was just getting ridiculous. He didn’t feel like leaving Metropolis today. Perhaps later he would, but for now he was helping out his own city. It just so happened that there wasn’t much to help with. There was no rampant crime and almost all of the times that there was a crime the police were there incredibly fast.
Then Superboy heard something. A mugging it seemed. He could hear two women and a man. It was clear from what he was hearing who was in what situation. Superboy’s eyes shot open and he turned into a blur of black and blue with a tinge of red that ran through the city before showing up in the alley way of the mugging. He saw a man with a knife walking towards a dumpster which his super hearing showed the two women were now in. Superboy narrowed his eyes as he walked in an almost militaristic fashion down the alleyway and stopped between the dumpster and the mugger with the knife. He stood there with his arms crossed over the symbol on his chest. “Outta the way kid this doesn’t concern you The man said. His face began rather contorted when Superboy didn’t answer him and just stared straight in his eyes with his steely blue eyes as if analyzing everything. It was a wolf stare. “Lemme rephrase that. Move now or I’ll gut you like a fish.” the man grunted with maliciousness glinting in his eyes. His face became more contorted with rage as Superboy just kept staring. Superboy wondered if he would recognize him. He hadn’t done much in metropolis. Sure he had been one of five heroes to help save New York from a greek monster invasion, but he hadn’t done anything big in Metropolis. The man lunged the knife just below his shoulder blade and the top half of the blade flattened against him leaving a small mark on his clothing. “What the hell . . .” the man said starting to realize he was not the one with the power in this situation.
Superboy’s eyes left the mans for the first time to look at the mark he made on his clothing. A tiny rip. He moved his left hand and grabbed the man’s hand with the flattened blade between his ring and middle fingers. “This is my favorite shirt,” Superboy said the discontent clear in his voice. His voice was normally angry and it showed. It also sounded a bit bored. As if this guy was little more than a bug flying around his food. He crushed the guys hand breaking it and the crunch of the bone could be heard. The man bellowed loudly in pain as Superboy released his hand and he fell the ground yelling and spewing the occasional curse at him. Superboy’s steely blue eyes moved to the dumpster. “You can come out now,” he said in the same tone.
|
|
|
Post by Lois Lane on Apr 11, 2013 16:18:40 GMT -5
"With all that screaming? You've got to be kidding me," Lois replied from the dumpster, stubbornly staying inside. If not for her companion, she might have never come out from there. It seemed, however, that her new friend was more than a little eager to get out of the garbage. She tossed the lid back and scrambled back onto the street, observing the young hero with wide eyes before taking off down the street. It looked like she'd had enough fun for one night, and was just ready to scream herself all the way home. Lois huffed as she hauled herself out of the dumpster, dusting herself off. "Well, you're welcome!" She yelled after the other woman, shaking her head before turning her eyes on the boy who had rescued her. He was... a young Superman? Lois had seen a lot of things in her time, but that was a first in her book. She'd only ever seen the same man of steel as always, so having a younger version standing in front of her was a bit more than shocking. However, there was no convincing herself otherwise- she could see all the same curves in his face that she saw whenever she gazed longingly into the eyes of Superman himself.
But this one was just a little too young for her.
"Well, this is a surprise," she said lightly, looking the young man over a good two times before finally offering him a friendly hand to shake, "thanks for lending me a hand back there, though I totally had him right where I wanted him," She joked lightly. Somehow, though, it was clear that he wasn't really the kind for jokes. Something about him seemed very gruff. Very stern. Not like the Superman she had grown so used to. This boy... he was like an angry little version of Superman. How he was during his angsty teen years? Possibly.
There was a story here somewhere.
She looked from him to the thug wailing on the street, frowning. Something else that separated this new super from the one she knew and loved- he was much more.. violent? Was that the right word? She hadn't seen him fight the guy, sure, but she had never seen Supes crush someone's hand unless they were a really big threat. Not a normal little human with a tragic back story. So maybe she needed to be careful around this guy. There was no telling who he was, or what his intentions really were.
"My name's Lois," she said in the opposite of being careful, "Lois Lane. And who are you, tall dark and handsome? Superman Jr? Superkid?" She had a friendly tone about her, with a genuine gratitude towards him for saving her life. Just because she was used to heroes helping her out didn't mean she wasn't going to thank them when it was appropriate. And he was cute, so that was a plus. Still, she couldn't always control what came out of her mouth. Sometimes it sounded a little more like insults than she would have liked.
She stood there with her hand extended, still unsure if she should be happy about meeting a new hero, or worried that she was about to be captured by someone bent on destroying Superman.
Again.
|
|
|
Is that all I am? Am I really Just a . . . a clone?
|
|
Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on Apr 15, 2013 12:26:58 GMT -5
Superboy couldn't think of any reason as to why the two women hiding in the dumpster wouldn't come out of their hiding place. He wasn't there to hurt them. He wasn't threatening them. Superboy was new to the world. He didn't understand that the sound of bellowing screams of pain, even if it was the person who was trying to hurt them, would be a tell tale sign not to come out. He didn't understand it and frankly he didn't much care if they didn't come out until he left. Just as long as they didn't stay in there until they starved to death or died from dehydration. He began to walk towards the criminal who he was going to bring to the Metropolis Police Station. However, before he could reach the criminal one of the two women came scrambling from the dumpster. Superboy's steely blue eyes watched as she ran off after taking a look at him.
His eyes then moved to the other women who had now emerged and was shouting at the woman who took off. Superboy really didn't understand people or how they acted. It was all strange to him. The woman kept looking over him as if examining. He didn't like that. The scientists used to do that when he was locked up at Cadmus as a mind-controlled puppet. Luckily she stopped rather quickly and began to talk.His eyes moved to the hand shake she offered. He had never given someone a hand shake before. He had seen the humans do it before. He grasped her hand doping his best not to hurt it and shook it. He wasn't too used to the whole restraining his super strength thing yet. Half the time he opened a door it ripped off it's hinges. He didn't say your welcome or laugh at the joke. He didn't exactly understand social protocol such as saying thank you or your welcome or sorry. Instead he kept the same stoic expression with a small frown. It was his resting facial expression.
He didn't quite understand why she looked to the thug either. Perhaps the wailing bothered her. He didn't exactly enjoy the sound either. But this one was just a little too young for her. Superboy didn't know that what he did was unnecessary. He took care of a threat and that's how he saw it. As long as he didn't kill what he did was in the clear. Sure the guy might've had his hand crushed, but you could be sure that he would never, ever try to rob someone again. Some people went to jail for what the man had tried to do and when they got back out they did it again right away. This was a lesson he would never forget. Though he questioned the sanity of anyone who tried to commit a crime in Metropolis. What with a super-powered alien protecting the streets? Or as of now, several different super-powered aliens protecting the streets. For once, Superboy actually knew of the person he was talking to. He had heard her name from a girl he ahd met awhile back. "Superboy." He said. He didn't like the names she gave. OF course, perhaps it was just because that wasn't his name. Superboy wasn't some kind of alias like Superman or Flash. No. It was his actually name. And he didn't much like it when people switched it up and around. He felt like they were making of of his name. Though he let it slide being she didn't know his name to begin with. "Lois Lane as in Lois Lane the reporter?" He had heard of her. He had been told to seek her out by a girl a while back as she said she'd be able to help him fidn Superman. Of course, he had found Superman on his own. Even if he was let down by the man of steel.
|
|
|
Post by Lois Lane on Apr 22, 2013 20:54:02 GMT -5
Oh yes, this one was quite the sturdy rock, and in more ways than one. He seemed to be built like a tank, possibly as one giant muscle. There didn't seem to be anything about him that made him look weak or innocent. His grip was proof enough of that. She could tell her was trying not to harm her, loosely holding onto her hand, and still his grip was like a vice. It was a tight fit, but not so painful that she felt the need to complain about it. If anything, it was kind of cute the way he didn't want to harm her, but still wanted to shake her hand even though it was clearly confusing to him. Maybe he didn't get out much. She had seen aliens in the past who didn't know a damn thing about human culture. They probably would have looked at her like she was nuts, too. Although, she could only notice slight changes in his otherwise blank expression. Things normal people wouldn't even notice. They would just think they were talking to a brick wall with no emotional range at all.
But she was very good at reading people, or so she liked to tell herself.
After the awkward handshake, she let him introduce himself, and decided at that moment that teasing his name in any measure would be bad for her health. She might have been very good at reading people, but this guy... it really was impossible to see everything going on in that mind of his. She was surprised at just how stoic he could be. All the same, she knew enough to realize that he probably didn't like her making light of his name. Fair enough. "Superboy- I like that name." She did, really. It was better than the ones she had offered, and it confirmed that he had some kind of connection with the superman deal. She still didn't know how connected he was to Superman himself, but she was willing to keep talking to him until she found out.
When he asked about her name, she felt a little surprised. Surprised and somewhat nervous. Did he... not like reporters?
"That's me," she said anyway, "reporter for the Daily Planet. Looking for an interview? I guess this could make the papers tomorrow, though it probably wouldn't be a front page kind of story. Or... is it something else?" It was strange for people to know her name. Then again, her name was usually the thing that gave it away, particularly when people hated her and wanted her dead for writing a story. The moment they recognized the name from the article, their attitudes often changed.
Hopefully that wouldn't happen with the super-dude. His mood already seemed pretty sour.
|
|
|
Is that all I am? Am I really Just a . . . a clone?
|
|
Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on Apr 22, 2013 23:00:10 GMT -5
Nobody had said they liked his name and he didn’t really think on it much at all. He didn’t say thank you or anything like that. He wasn’t completely aware of the human customs. He wasn’t an alien, but such things Cadmus thought were unnecessary for what was supposed to be their mind controlled puppet. But he was protective of his name. It was his identity. Not like a secret identity. Though he could see how one might confuse it. It sounded like a secret identity like Superman or Supergirl. But the truth was that that was his actual name. His one and only name. He knew what it was like to not have one. In fact, he still felt like he didn’t even know who he was himself. Perhaps that was the main reason why he was so hard to read even for the intrepid reporter, Lois lane.
Superboy felt something inside him. He didn’t quite know what it was, but he knew he liked it. He had a chance to get one at Cadmus. A chance to tell his story. To unmask them. To show to the world what they’ve done. But he also had never really talked about Cadmus. Sure he had told Superman they had created him and what he knew about his creation. But it wasn’t like he had gone into detail about his feelings and there was a chance Lois might ask him those. And he wouldn’t be able to talk about that. Mostly because he had no idea himself what his own feelings meant. He knew that they weren’t nice feelings, but he wouldn’t be able to describe them with words. He struggled in his mind between telling her the story to get back at Cadmus and not telling out of his own confusion. Finally he decided though. Getting at Cadmus was more important to him.
"I’ve got a story for you. How do you like the headline: Cadmus Plays God,” he inquired? It was exactly what they had done. They had acquired the DNA of Superman and they had created a clone. A clone they were going to make their mind-controlled puppet. One they would use against those like Superman to fit their own goals. And with the ultimate goal of replacing Superman with him. It was lucky he had escaped. It might have happened the way they wanted it otherwise. He was sure that he could peak her interest in the story. After all, it was a big one. Project Cadmus creating a clone of Superman? That was a front page story in Metropolis if there was ever one.
|
|
|
Post by Lois Lane on May 18, 2013 22:44:31 GMT -5
Lois enjoyed speaking to the strange, stoic boy. there was something about him that was completely unsettling, but it didn't seem enough to send her running in the other direction. He didn't seem to know what emotions were or when to use them, and he had already shown that restraint wasn't his strong point. Actually, nothing about him was particularly gentle or kind, so it was a wonder she hadn't run away just like the other woman had. It was like dealing with a really angry lion. They stare at you and act all calm, but only because they were looking for the right moment to leap at you and rip your throat out. So why wasn't she more scared? Nervous, perhaps, but not scared in the way she should have been. Was it because he hadn't done anything menacing, or did it have more to do something very superficial.
Like the fact he looked like a young superman, so he didn't strike her as threatening just because of the memory triggers from looking at his face. Just because he looked like someone she cared about didn't mean he was to be trusted, but apparently that kind of logic was right out the window with the reporter.
She was not worried about him.
When he brought up Cadmus, she arched an eyebrow. Now there was a group she was eager to break wide open- she didn't trust them. She didn't know enough about them, and that instantly put them on the shady lists. Groups that kept so much under wraps were always up to no good, just like Lexcorp. the only reason she even knew about them was through her connections with various heroes. They were sneaky and out to try and take advantage of heroes. She didn't like them.
"Alright, I'll bite," she said lightly, tilting her head slightly to one side, "that does sound like a good headline- but what are you talking about? What does a young man like you know about a group like that?" It would be nice if it was a real thing to go off on, but she had to be skeptic. Maybe he was just a kid looking for fifteen minutes of fame. Then again, with his apparent strength he didn't really need her paper to accomplish something like that.
"If you want, I could take you back to my apartment, and we could talk about it there. something about chatting in a public setting about private things always makes me a little uncomfortable." She frowned thoughtfully, and quickly added: "or any other place is fine. Not like we have to go back to my place. I swear I'm not trying to hit on you or anything."
|
|
|
Is that all I am? Am I really Just a . . . a clone?
|
|
Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on May 20, 2013 18:55:36 GMT -5
Superboy waited for her answer. He didn’t know much about Lois Lane. Only things he had heard and a few articles in the paper he had read since he had come to Metropolis. But if she had connections with Superman that weren’t bad meant she was okay in his books. If Superman could trust her, he could too. Not that he really trusted anyone. There was something about being kept as a lab experiment your entire life that just implanted some kind of trust problem right into your brain.
He was glad at her response and tried to think of how to start it off. What to say. What could he say? He knew certain things to say, he didn’t know who the second party who order his creation was though. There was also the whole thing about being in public. All the eyes that now stared down the alleyway. People coming in having either seen the woman running out or having heard the man’s scream. He didn’t like all those people looking at him. All those eyes scanning over him. Like he was some sort of exotic animal at a zoo.
Needless to say he was glad she offered a quieter place to go. Her apartment. Superboy didn’t even understand how that may have been taken wrong. Hit on him? He had never heard the term before. “I don’t understand what that term,” Superboy replied, “But I would like somewhere more private.” Superboy hated admitting either. Speaking about his feelings or how he didn’t understand things. It made him feel stupid. Like he couldn’t function efficiently in society and now he was just telling the world. And it angered him. It made him verbally recognize his problems. Problems he wasn’t ready to deal with. Problems he didn’t know how to deal with. Superboy waited for her to lead the way to her apartment.
|
|
|
Post by Lois Lane on May 27, 2013 16:49:06 GMT -5
Lois was actually glad when he said he didn't understand- it probably meant that he hadn't been concerned about anything like that right from the start, unless he was just trying to spare her feelings. Somehow, though, she wasn't so sure empathy was really in play. she believed him when he said he didn't know what she meant- it seemed like he didn't understand a lot of things, particularly about emotions and how other people handled them when they were in front of him. maybe he had lived in a cave or something? He didn't seem to know a great deal beyond the basics of saving people who need help and hurting bad guys. Good things to know, but dangerous if you didn't know when to feel the line between solving a problem and becoming a new one.
"Don't worry about it," she laughed lightly, "I'll be sure to explain things to you sometime, but right now just consider me one big weirdo who was worrying over something silly, okay?" She gave him a pat on the shoulder. "I'm kind of an idiot, but most people forgive me for it." She smiled and decided to leave it at that. He was looking a little uncomfortable again, though she couldn't say why. Maybe the conversation in general was just not something he wanted to waste time on. If she were in his shoes, she would probably just want to get down to the information she had to share.
Actually, that sounded like a good idea.
Lois took them back to her apartment post-haste, making sure she didn't go too quickly despite knowing that, if he was related to Superman, he wouldn't be falling behind anytime soon. Once she got to her room, she opened the door and stepped inside, moving out of the doorway so he could enter. The place was small but very clean, with the living room, a joined kitchen, one bedroom and one bathroom. Nothing to write home about, but it got her through the day. The only messy area seemed to be her kitchen, which looked like it was owned by highschool boys. The dishes weren't watched, the garbage was full, and there was empty contained from various junk food places on the counters.
"Sorry," she hummed, embarrassed, "I wasn't expecting company. Um- do you want a drink or... anything?"
|
|
|
Is that all I am? Am I really Just a . . . a clone?
|
|
Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on May 30, 2013 17:31:43 GMT -5
Superboy thought everyone was weird and strange either way. Everything was always confusing and baffling him. Leaving him scratching his head. Sometimes literally. Lois was definitely no exception to that. Though at least she confirmed this. At least now he knew he wasn’t just a complete weirdo who didn’t understand anything or anyone. Although, he still was. “Okay.” Superboy was glad she left it at that. He wanted to get through with this. HE didn’t much like idle chit chat and what not. He wanted to get down to business. To Cadmus. The world needed to know the kinds of things they were up to. The kinds of wicked experiments like cloning superheroes and creating entire species. They just loved to play God. And he was sure it would lead to some rather interesting court debates.
Superboy followed her. Easily keeping up with her. Though this did feel rather slow. He was more used to just speeding around and what not. It wasn’t as if he had a secret identity so he kind of just super sped to wherever it was he was going to. Usually all he did was fight crime so that wasn’t much of a bad thing. Tough perhaps he should try getting into society more. It could perhaps help him to understand the world around him and himself. He was glad it didn’t take too long to get to Lois’ apartment though. Walking normal was kind of annoying to him. He looked around the apartment. He didn’t know why she was apologizing. Sure it was a bit messy in the kitchen, but it was fine. He didn’t much pay attention to little details such as the garbage or the dishes unless they were his own dishes back at Clark’s apartment. And they were always clean whenever he finished using on due to the fact e would just immediately clean it. IT wasn’t a big deal given his super speed. “No thank you,” Superboy replied before he took a seat on the couch and waited to get down to business on the whole Cadmus stuff.
|
|
|
Post by Lois Lane on Jun 20, 2013 15:49:02 GMT -5
She watched him sit down and smiled. Boy, was this weird. Working with a young Superman, trying to find out his obviously painful back story. And he was willing to tell her! That was probably the lucky part- trying to figure him out while he was brooding and ready to bash her head in really would have been a chore. It was good that he was ready to tell someone what had happened to him. Whatever had happened, it had to have been pretty epic. You didn't just make a new Superman, right? She sighed softly and moved to join him, placing her bag on the coffee table before opening it up and snooping through the inside for a moment. After what seemed like an exhausted search, she pulled a small recorder from her purse, letting the bag rest as she sat back on the sofa. She sat near to the boy, though she still didn't want to get too close. Making him uncomfortable was the last thing she wanted to do. Not because she was worried about herself, no, she was actually more concerned with him backing out and needing to leave before telling her what was clearly so important. If it came down to it, of course she would put herself in harm's way to get the answers.
Just like she had always done in the past.
"Do you mind if I record this?" She asked softly, putting the recorder on the table. She hadn't pressed the record button, though, as she didn't intend on doing anything without permission. Maybe he wanted to tell her, but he didn't want his voice on record. Some people were very concerned about information getting traced back to them. Not that he seemed like the type to have to worry about enemy attacks, given his powers, but still. Force of habit.
She picked up a notebook that had been resting on the table, popping the pen out from the binding and clicking it to expose the tip. It felt like she was ready to go- all she needed was something to write.
"Well, I'm ready when you are. Where ever you would like to start."
|
|
|
Is that all I am? Am I really Just a . . . a clone?
|
|
Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on Jun 29, 2013 4:41:37 GMT -5
It felt strange. Being in somebody else's apartment or house. At this point he had been only been in Superman's apartment and even that was awkward most of the time. Well, when Clark was actually there at least. He was usually either with Kara or he was alone. It also felt strange, albeit somewhat relieving to be able to tell his story. Perhaps he'd finally get Cadmus shut down or at the least get them in the publics eye and prevent them from doing anything else like what they had already done. He thought of where to begin. He didn't know much about his preproduction like who hired Cadmus to create him or who was in charge of his creation or what happened to the previous attempts. Starting from his escape wouldn't do. He'd have to start from the beginning of the information he had.
"I don't mind," Superboy responded eyeing the tape recorder before looking back at Lois. He didn't have any problem with being recorded. In fact, he preferred it this way and he figured it would help Lois to create the best story possible. I don't know everything about the circumstances. What I do know is that somebody hired Cadmus to create a clone of Superman and even supplied the DNA of Superman for the job and paid them well. I don't know who the third party is, but only one of Superman's foes or someone close to him could have gotten a good enough DNA sample to create myself, a clone of Superman. I do know that they intended to control me and make me replace Superman and do their bidding behind the heroics in secret. The reason I am not identical to Superman as I am much younger is because I escaped before they finished me and before they were able to control me. I spent sixteen weeks within a lab at Cadmus as. Mind-controlled puppet aging a year every weak as the appropriate knowledge for that age was implanted in my head. On the sixteenth week the control over me broke and I escaped. I may not of chosen to be created, however, I will decide the time and circumstance of my termination."
|
|
FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
|