Rain of Livewire

Livewire leans in and kisses the young Superman, or more rather, Superboy. He looks at her deep ocean blue eyes unsure of how to respond to her affection. Looking down in confusion and uncertainty.

With a comforting and gentle reassuring touch, she places the palm on her hand upon his cheek as she leans in and guides him upon the dark brown leather couch. Her hideout, not the best in the world, is located in the sewers of Metropolis.

The smell isn't the best and neither is the sanitation. But the immune system of the clone is beyond exceptional. And Livewire doesn't need to worry about a single germ or parasite on this planet, for the electrical current running through her body burns anything that tries to contaminate her.

"Um, miss. I, really don't know what you're trying to do but... this is rather embarrassing. I... can't do this. It feels..."

She places her right hands' tips of fingers upon his lips. With a soft smile, she responds to his shy reaction to her affection.

"Hey, it's alright. I get it, I'm moving a little too fast. I'll take it easy and slow down for you. Let's just stay like this for a little while. You can ask me whatever you want in this position and I'll be happy to answer all your questions."

A reassuring and calm mood comes over the young man. He nods and gives a satisfied smile.

"Thank you Livewire. I really appreciate that."

She kisses his lips gently and responds to his reaction.

"What would you like to know?"

A flood of questions flows through his mind as he hears what he has desired for so long. Answers, answers to his question. Being able to finally get a hint of why he's here and how. So many questions all at once coursed through him, and yet he only is able to ask just one. The most valuable question that encompasses all of the others as well.

"I have so many questions. Where do I come from?"

She smiles and leans up, adjusting her position and instead of laying on top of him, she sits next to him. Giving him the chance to sit up as well and get comfortable for a long conversation. And much-desired answers.

"Your name is Kal-El. You see, when the real Superman died, I believe someone... You see this is kind of hard to explain. When Superman died, someone must have taken his DNA. And made you. And now... you see I guess I found you."

Found him. The original is dead. He's not even the original but rather, a copy. Nothing but a clone. Kal-El was his name... but this clone, he doesn't even have a name. That's not his real name. And if the original was born of natural birth, what about-

"You say his name was Kal-El. He died and I was cloned. Do you know that for sure or... what makes you think that I was created and not born naturally?"

Looking at her with a concerned look on his face. No one wants to hear that they are just a carbon copy of an original. And to be created as a creature with this sort of power and not have a mother or father. No, she can't let him think like this. It was wrong of her to say those things.

"I don't know if what I told you really is true. I'm just giving you an assumption. And that wasn't right for me. But what I do know for sure, is that you have a good heart. And I want to take care of you. You need someone right now, someone to hold your hand through this. I know I'm not the best person in the world to do that. But I do know that I'm not going to try and take advantage of you while you are confused and don't even know who you are. There are so many people in this city, in this world, that is going to lie to you and just want you to help them with what they want. To just use your powers."

His eyes narrow when he says that. Understanding that what she's saying, it must apply to her as well. She took him and brought him here, underground. Now she's talking to him and giving him all these stories. How can he even tell if what she's telling him if it's even true?

"And you. What makes you so different? Why should I trust someone like you?"

She places her hand on his lap. Seeing that his mind is starting to gather more information, he's starting to already learn. That deception and lies are part of this world.

"You can trust me because I can prove what I say. Everything I tell you, I will show you. You will be able to see with your own eyes, that anything I share with you, it's going to be for your own good. I don't want to lie to you because in the future you will just discover for yourself anyway. So why should I lie to you, if later you will find out that if I did lie, You would just come back and make me pay for what I did? No, I would rather tell you the truth. And have you stay with me. And trust me."

Slowly he looks down and smiles. What she's speaking is true, and her words are sincere and honest. Why should she lie when he will come back later and get her for it? Yes, speaking the truth, and having him stay with her. That is a very preferable option. Kindness and good, is that her goal? Just who exactly is this lady?

"Livewire... that's your name correct? That's the name that you call yourself?"

She smiles and lays her head on his shoulder. Gently taking his hand into hers and grasping it. It's almost like taking hold of marble but he allows her to manipulate his arm. He has already learned that his strength is far beyond that of these people around him. And to be honest, it feels like he's living in a world made of tissue and cardboard. He always has to be careful. At least that's what she told him.

"Well, lots of people call me Livewire. But mostly bad guys and superheroes. But if you like, you can call me by my real name. It's Leslie Willis. Or just Leslie."

He smiles as he finally hears something real. A name. A name that belongs to her, and now a real name he can use that's just between two people. A pair of friends.

"Leslie, that' a pretty name."