The moment Victor's eyes locked onto hers rage swept across the cyborg's face; which was only amplified when the second Harper lurked into sight. The woman standing beside him must have sensed this unease, because she immediately dropped her wrench and followed Victor's gaze.

"Wh-Who's she?" The girl asked in a hushed town. She looked almost too embarrassed to ask.

"Another clone." Victor growled in response, but most of his hatred was surprisingly directed towards the blonde. "I thought you promised that you'd be the last one."

"I am." She replied coolly. There was something hidden beneath the steely surface of her eyes though - an indescribable sorrow.

Victor glared at her with severe distrust, and that was when Martian Manhunter finally appeared; once again without anyone having see which direction he'd entered from. "She's telling the truth, Victor. This Harper is not of our time."

The cyborg's expression never changed from its apparent anger. In fact, the shadows on his face only grew more intense. "Is this some kind of fucking joke? It ain't funny."

"I could transfer her memories to you, if that's the proof that you require." Martian Manhunter offered with a rather bland tone. Harper was admittedly surprised. He was always so considerate in her time, but now he almost sounded bored of the constant reassurance he had to give people.

"Nah, that won't prove shit." Victor snapped back. Harper was admittedly surprised at his choice of vocabulary. Especially in a serious situation such as this. It wasn't like she'd never heard Victor swear before, but he used to utilise it a bit more sparingly. He just didn't seem to care anymore. "Those memories could have been implanted, just like every other clone."

"Someone implanted memories of me travelling through time?" Harper scoffed. "Come on, Vic, you know that's a bit of a stretch."

"Whether you believe her or not is irrelevant. We must make every effort to return her to her era." J'onn insisted with a slight hint of authority in his tone that Harper had never heard from him before. "Without Doctor Fate around anymore, we'll have to do it ourselves."

"What happened to Doctor Fate?" Harper suddenly asked; curiosity switching her fairly normal pitch to something a little higher.

"That does not concern you." J'onn swiftly retorted, obviously regretting that he had brought the subject up at all. "The less you know about our time, the better."

"I'll handle it." The blonde 'Harper' spoke. "You don't have to worry."

J'onn crossed his arms, and though there was scepticism written across his face, he nodded nonetheless. "Let me know if you require any assistance."

As the toned woman lead Harper out of the room, she could feel Victor's gaze still scorching through her. There was so much pain in that one small look, that even without seeing it, she knew that he was hurting. Speaking to him wouldn't help though, not while he was still trying to process the current situation. Instead Harper followed slowly behind the taller, broader version of herself until they were both inside a fairly large room; filled to the brim with advanced tech, but none of it had been crafted into anything. Not a suit like Harper's, or a security system...not even a weirdly progressive toaster. Nothing. It was almost as if it was all there just for show.

"So, what did you want to know?" The blonde asked as she settled into a nearby chair. Harper found herself immediately irritated at the fact that, though they were both sitting at a similar level, this other woman still loomed over her like the sky's shadow.

Harper's nose scrunched up at the bridge. "You just gonna go against Manhunter's wishes? He doesn't want me to know anything."

"The way I see it is, just by being here, you've already avoided this future. I may be able to send you back but I can't erase your recollection of this event, not without getting rid of the other 200 years of memories. The memory stream of every one of us clones, unlike a biological human's, are all connected to one another. Take out one part, and the rest of it falls. At that point you'd have severe amnesia." She swivelled around until she was facing a desk that looked relatively untouched. Harper noticed that the singularity device that had sent her there was sitting neatly in the corner. It appeared as if this version of herself had never used it. "I'm sure you'd prefer to avoid that."

Harper's gaze fell. Everything she said seemed to make sense. This may have been one of the many possible futures, but her presence alone made it much less likely that this one would come to pass. "Fine. Let's start with why the hell Superman, the supposed leader of this whole operation, doesn't want anything to do with Justice League business. He's nothing like I remember him at all."

The blonde scoffed. "He hasn't been our leader in years. They put him on trial a while ago, basically saying that his decision to not kill criminals was causing more crime and death. Even the fact that he lived here, they argued, was bringing interplanetary threats to Earth. They deemed him a danger to the planet, and he retired."

"Huh. Didn't expect someone like him to give up so easily."

"He wasn't in a good place. His wife had just died, and his daughter started rejecting everything he was trying to teach her."

"Silvia died?" Harper murmured lowly. She had heard about another universe where the same thing happened, but instead of becoming a recluse, Superman became a dictator. She was unendingly grateful that she hadn't been sent there instead.

"Yeah. Don't really know the details. Apparently her and Deathstroke had this stupid little rivalry going on. They ended up killing each other. I wasn't around when that happened, and number 2903 was cooped up in her lab at the time. She didn't really care about it. Jessica was fifteen when it happened, and she took it hard. Started pushing Clark away. So he didn't have much to strive for after that."

A light flickered in Harper's mind. If the one that came before this clone was 2903, then this one was 2904. That meant that Harper didn't make this one, and that she had died a fairly long time ago. "Why didn't she care? I mean, as far as the Justice League members goes, I always liked Silvia. A lot more than her husband anyway."

"For someone so adamant about the fact that we're not all the same as our creator, you really are prone to generalisations." She scoffed and finally grabbed the singularity to device from the corner. "Just 'cause you liked her, doesn't mean that the clone you created did. She was much more enamoured with Superman. She saw, through him, how strength and appearance were just as important as intellect. You programmed her to do something good for the world, but 'good' is subjective. She thought that by making me, I could better protect and relate to the public."

"That's not doing something 'good' for humanity. That's just being selfish enough to reimagine yourself as something that you're not." Harper sneered at the perfectly flawless clone with immense dislike. "If she found a way to resequence human genes she could have used that to cure cancer, cure blindness, basically end suffering. Instead, she engineered a perfect version of herself... At least now I know not to clone myself again."

"People aren't ready for the discoveries we've made, and though they may not want to hear it, sickness is nature's way of handling the overpopulation problem. Think about it. Genetic engineering is an easy way for people to create super villains." The duplicate was inspecting the technology as if it were no more complicated than a remote control for a tv. Harper could barely comprehend its circuitry.

"Then why are we still here? The progenitor got sick, and was still able to live. You're both hypocrites."

The perfected clone then began running calculations in her head. She didn't need any calculators or computer programs to help with the numbers, her mind was honed to not need any of it. "Whatever. You're meant to be dead, so stick your nose out of my business. You're lucky I'm even helping you at all."

Harper frowned. Apparently a few decades worth of knowledge had propelled this clone much farther forward than Harper. She couldn't get herself home, but 2904 seemed to find it, not only entirely possible, but a task that wasn't too difficult either. "Don't give me that. You want me gone just as much as I don't want to be here."

The blonde paused, but only for long enough to glance over her shoulder.

"You may have my memories, but you're an easy read. Victor isn't too fond of you, is he? And I'm a distraction. One that could ruin any chance you ever had of winning him over." Harper crossed her arms. A smirk played against her lips at the flash of irritation that suddenly befell the other woman.

"I couldn't care less what he thinks of me." She hissed back.

Harper tapped an undisclosed rhythm against her arm, and her smile widened. "I don't believe you."

"If you don't shut up, I'll send you back without a voice box." 2904 growled, grip tightening against the device in her hands. Harper got the feeling that she could have crunched it into hundreds pieces, and that it took all of her effort not to do so. "Don't speak about shit you don't understand. If you don't want to share a coffin with your counterpart, then you'll stay away from Victor and Lara."

Her threats rang hollow. Harper didn't appear intimidated in the slightest. Not by her commanding voice, nor by the chords of muscle entwining around clone's frame. "That chick I saw with Victor? She your councillor or somethin'?"

The blonde bared her teeth in frustration, like a caged lion, but then she turned her attention back towards the singularity device. "She's my daughter."

Those words felt like a giant fist being punched into her stomach; it took all the air out of her lungs and left her almost wheezing. It was impossible. Harper hadn't even nearly figured out how to allow clone bodies to conceive. Either another copy had figured it out...or Lara was adopted. Harper exhaled sharply. Adopted. That made a lot more sense, and so to not further rattle her brain, she decided to believe that adoption was the only explanation.

"It's gonna take a few days to build something powerful enough to send you home." 2904 quickly swerved into a more comfortable topic, at least for herself. "Until then you'll have to try not get too involved with the affairs of my era, or the people. It's not just your own future that you're changing by being here."

Despite her clear intentions to keep Harper away from her 'family', 2904 was right. Meddling with this timeline was only going to cause more problems...but knowing that, and trying to avoid it, were two completely different things. Harper had never been good at minding her own business, and this was no exception. She wanted to know more about this future; the people that inhabited it, and how the world had changed in over two decades.