Downtown Metropolis
Well, maybe that was good.
"Okay," said Levi, approaching the strange creature cautiously. At least she wasn't wrecking things now.
Levi had good self-control, and this was good-- the idea of a clone of her, or whatever this was, was terrifying. Not for what it might do, mind you, in the way of tearing up Metropolis.
The real risk was... well, if this one was capable of fulfilling her mother's plans. And this couldn't possibly be her mother's work, could it? She wouldn't make another Levi that was... well... stupid. That would defeat the purpose of her plans. So then who...
Luthor.
That was it. It had to be Luthor. He'd tried to make a copy of her, and it hadn't worked out like it was supposed to. And... he didn't realize what he'd done, or just how bad this could be.
But why was she talking like that?
"So where do you come from?" she asked.