Trying to into Ivy’s conversation quite unsuccessfully, the clone she had left lying in her room suddenly formed behind her. Placing its hand on its human counterpart, the words, whispers came through its mouth, dormant mitochondria in the trees carcass acting as a sensor.
“Who’s Batman?” Eve whispered to the clone, not expecting to get an answer but otherwise needing someone to ask. Was he a bad guy, the person who Ivy was talking about; the bad man who hurt her.
With that she again confided in the clone, her voice barely audible. “Who ever he is… he’s sure in a lot of trouble…”