I own nothing.

----

Jimmy threw Bobby off himself. He grinned as he drew out a barbed dagger made entirely, hilt-to-tip, out of kryptonite. "Time to die, Superman," he said. His voice was curiously overlaid with another, as if a European woman was speaking at the same time. Being so close to so much kryptonite, Clark couldn't hear him.

Jimmy raised the dagger, but before he could strike, Bobby pulled him roughly to the ground, knocking it out of his hand. "I've got it," he told Lois and Clark. "I was worried, before, when I heard the kid was going to kill you. I thought he'd gone nuts."

"Oh, really?" said Jimmy. "And what changed your mind?"

"The eyes are kind of a giveaway, Tala."

Jimmy pouted. "It seems you've found me out," Tala made him say. "I'm still stronger, though." Bobby flew a good six feet before hitting the wall.

Jimmy stood up, picking up the evil-looking knife. "You've made me angry, old man. When I've killed him, I think I'll take my time with you." A potted plant hit him in the back. "Do you want to join him, Miss Lane?"

"I didn't throw that," Lois said.

"Excellent," said Bobby. "Backup."

Jimmy looked over his shoulder. Hawkgirl and Steel were just inside the window. "Oh, sh-"

Hawkgirl hit him in the stomach with her mace.

----

"What's going on now?" said Gen.

"It sounds like Hawkgirl just got him with her mace."

"What!?" Gen pulled the communicator out of Question's ear. "Don't kill him!"

"Gen?" said Hawkgirl. "How did you get a communicator?"

"Never mind that, just don't kill Jimmy Olsen! It's not a doppelganger, it's really him!"

"Tell Gen we already know that," Bobby shouted in the background.

"Tell Bobby I can hear him!" Gen said.

"I have an idea," Steel said. "Let's stop telling each other stuff and take care of the possessed teenager!"

"And somebody get the kryptonite away from the Kryptonian!"

----

Steel lunged for the knife, but Tala-Jimmy grabbed him by the back of his neck and bashed his head against the floor. "You pathetic fools. You cannot stop me without killing the boy. The only one who could do it is Superman, and he is, how you say... out of the picture."

"How would that work?" Tala-Jimmy looked at Bobby in surprise. "I mean, he can hit harder than us, sure but that would just be more likely to kill him, wouldn't it? No, there's got to be something else. What's the trigger, Tala?"

Tala-Jimmy smirked. "Well, well, you are smart, aren't you? I've always had a weakness for intelligent men. Alright, I will give you a hint - the key is blood."

Bobby frowned. "Okay then," he said, and ran directly at Superman.

"What are you doing?" Tala-Jimmy said, trying to push past Shayera and the struggling Steel, trying to stop Bobby. "No!"

Bobby pulled an ordinary looking pocket knife from one of his overcoat's many pockets. "Sorry about this," he said, cutting the Kryptonian's hand. Bobby got some of the blood on his own hand, raced across the room, and slapped Jimmy on the face.

Jimmy collapsed, and then just as suddenly opened his eyes. He was himself again, and quite visibly shaken. "I didn't mean to," he said, half to himself. "I couldn't stop her."

"Shayera to Watchtower," Shayera said, taking in the scene around her. Superman was still recovering from kryptonite exposure, even though the man called Bobby had taken it farther away. Bobby was limping and holding his arm as though an old injury had been aggravated. Steel was on the ground next to Jimmy, who had gotten some of Superman's blood on his hands and was looking at it in shock. Shayera herself could feel a limp starting to form. Only Lois seemed unhurt, at least physically. "Six for pickup."

----

Gen sighed and took the earpiece out of her ear. "I did it," she said. "I stopped the war."

"Not necessarily," the Question said. "If they are still set upon this course of action, they will find a way to begin it."

"Then we need to set safeguards in place. Laws, programs, networks - we need a counter-conspiracy."

"And I suppose you have some conspirators in mind?"

"Possibly, but Superman probably won't like it."

"Hm," said the Question. He then remembered that there were others in the room.

"Should we be concerned about this?" Green Lantern asked them.

"I doubt it," said Gen. "Chances are that all our counter-conspiracy will be able to do is damage control for the next few generations. For them to be truly insidious, conspiracies take time."

"I taught you well," Question said.

"Uh huh," said Green Lantern, slowly.

"Well, now that that's taken care of," Flash said. "Who's hungry? Nacho Cheese in the cafeteria today."

After assorted groans and gagging noises, and a little more conversation, they all headed off, Flash in the direction of the Cafeteria, everyone else in the direction of anywhere else. Gen followed Question, silently.

"Gen," Question said eventually. "Short for... Genovese?"

"Close," Gen said. "Genevieve."

"Genevieve," Question said, testing, tasting the word. "Was I..." said Question. "Was I a good father?"

Gen nodded and smiled, tentatively. "We figured out how to subvert the aglets when I was eight."

A matching smile grew on Question's face. "That's my girl."

----

"This was not according to plan."

"No, certainly not. Might we have an unnoticed information leak?"

"I don't see how."

"Perhaps your Metropolis anomaly was worth paying attention to."

"Perhaps. What came through?"

"Let me check... oh, dear. It was a young woman with no face."

"Oh, dear."