At the peak of light speed, the watch moves Kon-EL through yet another dimension and brings him into yet a new variant of Metropolis City– BEEP-BEEP!

  “Huh– OOOH!!??” The hunking of an incoming vehicle is the first thing to greet and snag his attention - of which he just barely manages to maneuver out of the way to avoid being hit.

  “Hey, watch it, pal!” The driver exclaims in anger while also doing his part to swirl his car- his hover car - around the floating young man in stylish black. That brief moment leaves Kon-EL speechless and staring in shock. He’s not down on the street, so nearly getting hit by a wheel-less car takes a bit of time for him to process. However, the world will not wait for him to adapt and see it for the futuristic era that it is. More honking horns blow at his unintentional recklessness of lingering where he floats in the middle of aerial traffic. It’s quite the dramatic shift in environment to take in for the Kryptonian. The turbulence of vehicles speeding by, the angry shouting of pedestrians, and the sight of an intersection being 60-feet above the city streets takes his senses for a trip.

  “Jeeze! Where did it take me now!?” Kon-EL rhetorically questions as he finally regains enough sense to actually fly off and remove himself from the busy city sky. Initially, he’s aimlessly traversing through the city, finding himself staring in a mixture of awe and disbelief at how much technology has advanced as he does, but soon spots a familiar-ish building down below.

  “The Hall of Justice… Maybe there’ll be someone who can finally help me get back to my own world this time.” He muses optimistically before descending with a diagonal nosedive toward the building. With the grace of an intermediate acrobatist, he carefully manages his speed and front flips as he touches down, landing within a kneeling position. Quick to hop back up on both feet, the young man hustles toward the entrance. He climbs up the stairs and instinctively reaches for one of the handles. However, before his hand can make contact with the steel material, someone on the other side pulls it open first. In the next instant, Kon-EL finds himself awkwardly exchanging stares with someone who’s just as surprised as he is. A woman who stands at the same height as him with eyes blue as ice and her lean frame adorn by a fitting red suit with short sleeves.

  “Uuhh… H-hi! Don’t suppose there’s a tech wizard in the building today?” The Kryptonian finally breaks the ice and shoots her something akin to a goofy smile. A gesture that seems to strike an ill cord within the woman, evident by the fierce glare she gives as a reaction.

  THWACK!

  “GUH!!?” A sudden uppercut to the chin sends Kon-EL landing on his back 30-feet away. While the pain is pretty mild, the blow disorientates him enough to hinder his urgency to get back on his feet and become defensive. He’s still wondering what even sent him flying in such a way as he turns over and climbs onto all fours, then into a kneel.

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  “I don’t know who you think are–” The aggressive powerhouse shares part of a thought as she comes lunging in to tackle the young man, then proceeds to swiftly bind his arms by wrapping him in the mystic lasso in her possession.

  “But you’re coming with me. Lord Superman ought to know about the likes of you.” She concludes her thought while tightening the lasso’s hold on the Kryptonian.

  “Jesus, lady! You could’ve just–... Wait… Did you just say L O R D Superman?” He asks from his place sitting on the ground, arching a brow and looking over his shoulder at her.

  “That’s right.” Her answer is just as simple as it is short. After responding, she immediately begins dragging the foreign hero along and into the Sanctuary of Justice.

  ~~~~~~

  Truth be told, the binding of the lasso around his torso isn’t quite inescapable for the likes of Kon-EL given his alternative means, but his curiosity keeps him in check. While he knows the name ’Superman’, he doesn’t have a mental image of the face to go along with it. After the woman in red spends about a minute or so dragging him along the floor via the radiant rope through corridors and a few doors, they finally reach their destination. With the last mechanical door in their way, Kon-EL suddenly finds himself being thrown inside and collapsing onto the floor with an audible ’Ooof!’. The rather unusual entrance draws the intention of the woman’s peers inside, who gather around to see what’s afoot.

  “Wonder Woman? What’s this about?” A female peer, one whose costume resembles a jet black hawk, questions first out of the group. Though all eyes are on the young man who’s in the middle of squirming to sit up on the floor, one particular individual studies him intensely, and surprisingly… it’s not the dark crusader in gray.

  “While on my way out, I stumbled upon this stranger bearing the House of EL emblem upon his person, and… he bears a striking resemblance to Lord Superman.” She explains to the group.

  “That’s… pretty unexpected.” The Green Lantern among them comments, then shifts his neon green eyes toward the only other Kryptonian inside the room - the very man who’s practically studying every atom in Kon-EL’s dna.

  “Another long lost family member?”, he questions with an arching brow.

  “No. Not that I know of.” Comes the voice of the leader of the group. The towering man in elegant onyx and white approaches, briefly bending over to grab hold of and lift the young man up onto his feet by the lasso hugging him.

  “Hey, listen… I know you guys are probably distrusting of a random face, but I can definitely explain why I’m here. It’s just gonna sound a little crazy.” Kon-EL finally speaks up, hoping to avoid a similar situation back in the previous universe. A moment after, a hand grips hold of his shoulder and turns him around to come face to face with the 6’4 dictator of Earth.

  “I’m sure… First, I want to know who you are. What you are. There’s something mighty off about you and I want to know why that is.” Lord Superman informs him.

  “...You look just like that other guy…” Kon-EL comments as he stares at the taller male in disbelief.

  “YOU’RE Superman?” He questions impulsively.

  “That’s L O R D - Superman. And who is this other guy you speak of?” The older Kryptonian prods.

  “I think… his name was… Ultra-Man?” Kon-EL answers without much certainty at all. It’s then the watch on his wrist intrudes on their conversation to whisk the clone away again coincidentally. A flash of light momentarily blinds everyone in the room, and when they open their eyes again, Wonder Woman’s lasso is lying on the floor in coils and the young man is gone.