Making a Name for Himself...

As soon as he made it to town, your clone smiled with a flood of wicked ideas while his eyes glowed bright red. "Let the good times roll..."

Back at the Watchtower, you tried to get back up with what energy you had, but Harleen stopped you. "Don't. You haven't gotten your strength back fully." She watched as you go back down, sighing.

"I can't just stay here. That monster's on the loose, and I gotta--"

"Gotta get your energy back," said Harley. "Puddin', I know how you feel, but you can't go more than a round in your condition." Then she adopted a bit of a coach's mentality, looking seriously stern. "So get with the program, sport. You're benched. Now get some rest." She kissed your forehead, finishing with a heartfelt 'Please...' before leaving you alone.

J'onn caught word on his monitors of a 911 call from a desert town. One that wasn't too far from the crater! The report told of 'some guy shooting fire from his eyes.' "Attention, Justice League. The enemy known as the Imp is causing untold damage. Prepare to intercept and restrain." Martian told everyone that he had a plan that should weaken Imp: a Kryptonite arrow. "If the Imp has Superman's strengths, then his weaknesses are guaranteed." So with that, he sent down a team of Supergirl, Fire, Vigilante and any others that your lookalike already copied.

They didn't need to be convinced to go.

The away team materialized on the outskirts of the town, gasping at the damage he made. Buildings were missing pieces or were nearly demolished, bikers and other civilians were knocked out or groaning. "All right, partners," said the cowboy, "the varmint's around here somewhere. Split up and call the others when you find him." So they spread out in all directions, searching every building and asking around.

Turns out Supergirl had the most luck after asking a bartender if he'd seen the man they were looking for. "Yeah, I saw him. I called because he was taking on the bikers who live here. He just walked in here, picked a fight and beat the guys to a pulp, and then just took the biker babe who with 'em. To the motel across the street..." That seemed to irritate her, but she thanked the man as she left.

"Guys?" She called for the others on her communicator. "Possible lead on Imp. Meet me at the Dusty Road motel." And that's just what they did, meeting in the parking lot. "He's in one of these rooms, so let's be careful." When she explained what the bartender said about a woman, Super used her x-ray vision to discern which room Imp was in. She pointed to it, whispering its number.

Imp was busy fucking the living daylights out of his hostage, bound to the bed and gagged so no one would figure she was once screaming for help.

Not now, though...

Supergirl kicked the door in, and Vigilante aimed his gun while Supergirl charged up her heat vision. "Step away from the lady, you animal," he said.

"Yeah, right, Billy the kiddie. The woman and I are busy right now. Wait your turn." Imp went right back to pounding her cunt as hard as Clark Kent, listening to her groan in either pain or pleasure. He didn't care either way...

Kara growled, "You're disgusting!" And she fired at his chest, pushing out of her and made him walk backwards into a wall.

"I'm sorry..." he mocked. "If you wanted your turn, little girl, you should've said so." He charged at her through the air and plowed her into the parking lot, forming a smaller crater himself.