Not Good...

The crater Imp made was deep, yet empty. On the rim of it, Vigilante was knocked down towards it. Meanwhile, as the fight went on, Supergirl and Fire had their hands full because Imp had formed an Nth metal shield on his arm to block the heat vision, and he used Superman's super breath to blow the flames away. And he had plenty of other tricks: spinning his arm rapidly like Flash to create a narrow funnel to push Fire away, and he charged up his fire-enhanced green lasers just as Supergirl charged at him to sock him in the jaw with the **** of a train!

But he blasted her when her fist was about to connect.

"Face it, kids! You're never gonna beat me!" He laughed triumphantly, even with Vigilante firing more rounds at his face. But he watched as Imp went intangible, letting any attack go right through him, and then disappeared underground. Everyone looked around as they tried to figure where the Imp was going to show up, with the answer whacking into Fire's gut! He grabbed her arm and threw her into Supergirl in the air.

"Hi. Vigilante here," he told the Watchtower. "Three to beam up. We're getting our backsides handed to us."

"Standby," replied J'onn. The trio were pretty banged up and their outfits were torn by the time they vanished from Imp's sight.

"Later," he scoffed just before he continued making a name for himself, challenging anyone who dared to tale him on.

On the bridge, you and any heroes that weren't down for the count came to the teleporter pads, helping the wounded to infirmary beds. "This is ridiculous!" Green Arrow growled. "Batman and Superman are in seemingly critical condition, your super-powerful clone is on the loose..." He glared at you, finishing with, "and none of us can stop him!"

"Well, we're not just gonna roll over for this guy," said Vixen. "We've faced bigger threats than him."

"We're gonna give that Shadow knockoff a taste of our medicine," Harley encouraged. "Even if we have to shove it down his throat."

"Not that I don't appreciate your enthusiasm," Arrow retorted, "but you could hardly give him a flat foot, let alone best him." All the time, you channeled Batman to try thinking more like him: 'how do we beat this guy? What do we have?' You then got up from the console to join the conversation.

"I did some digging on my evil twin," you informed. "Imp stands for Improved Metahuman Parasite. Luthor made some modifications to the Parasite's absorption limits, as well as included Amazo's power-replicating programs."

"No wonder the little devil's so strong," Harley pouted. "Cueball actually made two problems into a huge one!"

"Well, there's a way to beat him," Shayera pointed out. "Everyone's got a weakness." And everyone saw you frown, hearing you sadly say, 'I think I have a way...'