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Up above the rooftops of Metropolis, a portal opened and unceremoniously spit out a teen in a Superman costume, before shutting again. Clark tumbled in the air a bit before righting himself. He wasn't certain what was going on. The last thing he'd remembered, aside from a blurry mess, was that he'd been somewhere above Los Angeles, rescuing a plane. He turned around, trying to get his bearings, and suddenly stopped.

He might not enjoy the Superman comics, but years of having them foisted upon him meant he could recognize many things in them by sight alone. The famous globe of the Daily Planet was one of them.

"What." Clark said flatly. He looked around, some more, enhanced vision picking out the Lexcorp Towers and Centennial Park.

"This can't be happening. I can't be in Metropolis. How am I in Metropolis?"

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He could hear the radios in the police cars. Superman, the real one, was dealing with an ongoing emergency on the other side of the planet. The Defenders, whoever they were, were on their way, but they wouldn't get here in time to stop the globe from falling.

Clark wasn't sure how to fight a supervillain, especially one he didn't recognize, but repairing falling structures was something he could do. Pushing the globe back into position, he sped around it as a red-blue blur, cooling down the metal with his freezing breath and spot-welding with heat-vision as needed, before coming to a stop right behind Livewire.

"Let's not do anything else crazy, please."

She pouted as he this new whoever he was came out of no where to stop the globe's tumble. Blinding white electricity crackled and pulsed from her fingers.

"Oh you wanna talk crazy? Let's talk about some nameless rando coming out of no where and interrupting my show? You realize that globe was NOT meant for you right? So you've got about ten seconds to introduce yourself before I drop you and get back to hunting for my A list superhero."

Shooting towards him like a rocket she counted down. "One, Two, Ten!"

Clark instinctively braced himself for impact, and Livewire-

PAIN.

-passed through him, lighting him up like a Christmas display. Blacking out, Clark tumbled to the ground. Thankfully, unlike Kryptonite, the jolt only bypassed his powers instead of shutting them down, so he left a pseudo-Kryptonian-shaped dent in the ground rather than a smear, and the sudden impact jostled him back to consciousness/

Livewire cackled delightedly, apparently satisfied with knocking him out of the sky and was back to terrorizing the public. She skated along the power lines making her way towards a building with a large radio tower ontop. The sign lit up with the call letters for the station and when Livewire flew up to the base of the tower she blasted the letters free sending them spinning towards the ground.

"I didn't like you guys when you were my competitors, and I REALLY hate you now that I'm an solo superstar." She declared. "So let's see you pull your Morning Zoo schlock without a tower! I bet you don't even stream online yet!"

Shaking off any lingering wooziness, Clark flew back into action. The shadow of pain from his electrocution kept him from going faster than a speeding bullet, but he was still just fast enough to catch all four letters and set them gently on the ground.

"Look, electrocute me all you want. But as long as I'm still standing, I'm going to stop you." He called up the building, superpowered lungs helped his voice carry up to Livewire. This was probably not a good idea, but, he reflected, if he only protected people when he, personally, wouldn't be endangered by the act, he'd be a poor example of a Superman.

Quirking an eyebrow Livewire looked down at him unimpressed. She wasn't sure if he could see her expression but if he had the same powers as Supes then probably?

Holding a hand behind her she began to unbolt the massive metal screws that kept the radio tower anchored to the building using her electricity like a magnet. Meanwhile she shouted back.

"Boy you really don't know how to take a hint do ya? I'm not lookin' for some cheap knock off! I want the real deal! Mister all American cheeseball. I want the red, yellow and blue boy scout."

To try and discourage him from pestering her she brought her hand around making it into a gun shape and as her thumb flicked down lightning charged metal bolts each the size of a golf ball rocketed down at him like they'd been fired from a railgun.

Clark, out of reflex, brought up his hand to protect his face, and the bolts bounced off him. They'd certainly leave a mark, but other than his arm moving up he didn't even react.

'Okay. I need to get her away from the radio tower. She obviously has an ego. Let's use that.'

"You sure you want him?" He called back up. "You can't even fight a knock-off head-on. What makes you think you can handle him?"

She visibly stiffened and growled at him "Oh Puh-lease! I've gone toe to toe with the big man and had him dead to rights. I've saved the entire stinking world from Darkseid! You think I can't handle you? I've just got better things on my plate!"

But ooo it stung so much that he would even dare to say something like that. Turning her attention back to the tower long crackling whips of lightning raced out from her fingers and connected with the metal, wrenching it from it's foundations the tower screeched and whined and the electricity from the wires connected to it surged back into her feeding her with power.

Clark's superhearing finally picked up on her name and alias coming from a police radio, now that he was looking for it. He figured calling her out by name might irritate her even more. "Then why don't you put that tower back where it belongs and come down here and face me, Leslie?"

"Wazzat?" She stuck a pinky in her ear wiggling it around. "I don't think I heard you correctly. You're talking to the one, the only, LIVEWIRE!"

When she declared her name an explosion of energy sent the radio tower tumbling, spinning through the air towards the ground below.

"It's about brand recognition! It's about making a statement that lasts!" She added indignantly as she took flight racing along the rooftops and exploding the lightbulbs on various billboards causing glass to rain down in glittering twinkling threats.

"It's about having an over-inflated ego," he muttered.

Clark flew up, catching the tower as he did so, and started following the trail of broken glass, using the mass of metal he carried as a makeshift barrier. As soon as everyone was safe and out of the way, he placed the load down, and cast his eyes to the rooftops, trying to figure out where Livewire had disappeared to.

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This guy was spoiling all her fun! And she was feeling more and more charged the longer this dragged out. As Livewire drifted past buildings electricity was being drawn to her out of lightbulbs, power lines, computers and phones setting too close to windows.

With a growl she dove towards the ground in a flash, a bolt of lightning blazing from her lower body in blinding white light. Just before she hit the ground she pulled out of the dive causing people to scream and scramble for cover. Crackles of electricity danced around cars as she blew past them soaking up even more energy.

"You're a real kill joy you know that? And the only guy allowed to shock-block me is big blue himself!"

She threw her fists forward intending on bringing all that excess energy right through his chest just as she had before.

Knowing what was coming helped Clark maintain consciousness. It didn't stop him from being blown off his feet, and it certainly didn't do anything about the fact that, after a blast like that, he couldn't even get back to his feet.

He needed to think quckly. If she hit him with that much power another time, he probably wouldn't get up again for a while, if ever. Electric supervillains were usually weakened by water, right?

A split second x-ray of the ground showed him what he needed. Heat vision lanced out of the ground, melting a hole in the asphalt, and bursting a water main right beneath Livewire.

"What the-"

Livewire had just spun around in the air to gloat at Clark when she saw where he was firing. As fast as she was she wasn't fast enough and the water struck her from below causing a massive discharge of energy that shattered windows and shorted out any electrical devices that she hadn't already drained of their juices. It would be hours before anything on this block had electricity.

Her scream echoed through the street as she was blasted out of the air by the pillar of water. By the time she hit the ground and the blinding flash of energy had subsided Livewire was gone and Leslie was laying in a rapidly growing puddle of water, hair puffed out in all directions looking on the verge of passing out.

"Oh my head, oh my everything!" She groaned finding herself too sore to move right away.

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