It was fairly well known that Jimmy Olsen was Superman’s pal.  Not long ago Proteus had persuaded Jimmy to summon Superman with his signal watch.  It wasn’t hard to persuade the boy.  As soon as Jimmy saw the blank faced super-villain he reached for the watch.

Now that Superman was fated to live out his life as a currently innocent, but easily corruptible farm girl, Proteus needed to make sure Jimmy wouldn’t warn any other members of the justice league.

Jimmy tried to escape, but Proteus had used the improved identi-factor to give himself powers similar to a kryptonian.

Soon he was standing before the frightened photographer.

The identi-factor flashed before Jimmy’s eyes.

In pace of Jimmy Olsen, now stood Jodi Olsen.

Her once carrot like hair became a brilliant titian shade of red, reaching to the small of her back.  Her eyebrows were trimmed to a thin line that gave a predatory look to her larger more expressive eyes.  Her lips were caked in a lipstick of red more brilliant than her hair.

She still wore a camera.  It was an antiquated model, out of place in this digital age.  It’s strap pushed at the center of her cleavage.

Jodi was still a photographer, but she no longer sold photo’s to Metropolis’s most prestigious newspaper.  No they simply went to the highest bidder, whether that be the tabloids or the celebrities and political figures whose scandals she sought to uncover.

Proteus was still there, but this was fine to Jodi.  After all mister white face was offering her big bucks to uncover the secret life of a certain superhero.