Clark saw a flash of...well, SOMETHING, fly past him into the bank. He could pick up the sounds of fighting from the interior, prompting him to glide into the darkened financial institution and examine the chaos that the robbers had instigated. The main level didn't look too broken in except for some scuffs on the waxed floor, but when he approached the stairs down towards the vault, shouts of agony echoing towards him. Upon reaching the vault, there was...

Super...boy? 

He couldn't tell what version of Superboy this was, seeing as there had been several iterations, most of which were based on his own genetics. A couple of clones, an evil twin sent from another dimension, a GOOD, alternative version of him from another dimension and the list went on. Yet, the latest version of Superboy had proven to be the most effective, but he hadn't thought Kon had returned from his adventures on the other side of the globe...if this really was Kon. Clark narrowed his eyes, examining the exterior closely to find that the eyes were different. Instead of the almost charcoal black irises Kon had, this version had golden eyes, very similar to that of the odd, red-haired woman who had stood outside the bank just moments ago. 

What on earth was going on? 

"Alright, you helped. Great. Now explain who on earth you are and how you're able to mimic Superboy's powers before I throw you into space." The threat was probably unnecessary, but the oddness of the situation prompted a bit more hostility than he normally would have injected.