You Dare Mess Around, and I'll Hit You, Okay!? (ψ?? ˇ?? )??(Revised)

"..."

After a certain heartless little girl's clone had identified her on the spot, radiation man Krull had just crawled out of the rubble of bricks and concrete. No one knew what he was thinking. Perhaps he was wary of the powerful "Daughter of God"? Or perhaps his deep-seated hatred of Superman had eclipsed everything else—even his own reason.

In any case, he hesitated only briefly. When he saw that the little girl who could kick him flying with one blow—and who was still holding that terrifying weapon—had no intention of attacking him again or showing any further hostility, and had even "kindly" pointed out who his real target was, who the Superwoman was, he thought for a moment, then slowly turned around. His bloodthirsty, cruel eyes, visible beyond his metal mask, locked onto a woman who was waving her hands in confusion, trying to explain herself.

"You..."

"You really are that Superwoman?!"

Looking more closely, radiation man Krull realized that the young woman standing dazed in the distance did look a little like Superwoman—if you ignored their very different clothes and demeanors, and took off her glasses.

That had to be it...

If no one had pointed it out to him, he might never have made the connection, even if he'd seen her. The difference in their demeanors was simply too great. But after that strange little girl had reminded him, he began to believe that the woman standing ahead, with the same golden hair, height, figure, and appearance as Superwoman, really was the Superwoman he had been looking for!

"!!"

"No!!"

"I don't know what you're talking about. How could I possibly be that Superwoman? I'm not! I'm just... just a low-level employee at CatCo Worldwide Media..."

A sinking feeling in her heart, Kara Danvers, the assistant to