"I have to say, this skyscraper of yours really is a miracle," Clark praised. "The strong winds a thousand meters up, the foundations, and even the elevators are fast and steady—"
"—Has anyone ever told you that you're actually terrible at conversation?" Lex Luthor interrupted Clark. "For someone who intends to fight you with technology, this barely counts as anything."
"We're not fighting," Kara said.
"Tch." Lex Luthor pulled out a stack of proposals. "What do you think of Mercy?"
"She's pretty good-looking," Roland said after some thought.
"—Do you think that's what I was asking?" Lex Luthor sighed. "If only I could combine my intelligence with your strength—"
"Isn't Conner enough? You're not getting ideas about me, are you?" Roland asked warily. "My abilities aren't something you can clone."
A clone made from his cells might have a talent for magnetic fields, but compared to him, the gap would be like that between Battle Whale Kiwei and Tendo Oga of the Realm of the Strong.
As for psychic power, never mind Lex Luthor—even bringing in Bayer, that old practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, wouldn't help. The War Marshal he cloned would still get killed by Abaddon. The essence of the Warp wasn't something biotechnology could produce.
Magic could be passed down to his descendants, but Roland wasn't an orthodox mage. He didn't have a single magic circuit in his body.
"No, I was just making an observation." Lex Luthor shook his head.
"So you're asking what Mercy would be like as a superhero?" Superman shook his head. "She'd be perfect for Bruce's Superhero Corporation. She's a textbook 'hero for sale,' not a real hero."
"Rather than a ray of light breaking through the clouds?" Lex Luthor clicked his tongue. "Perhaps I should buy the Daily Planet and fire you."