This. This. This is part of why Lucy has always hated Kon's kind. The self-aggrandizing. The holier-than-thou. The goddamn posturing.

They weren't better than her. They weren't more superior than her. Humanity didn't need them. Humanity didn't want them. They could do all of this without them. Humans had survived for aeons before aliens had crashed from space or Amazons had left their isolated islands to lend a mystically well-manicured hand.

She pushed rock and rubble off of her and dusted herself off. She hurt, but she was still in one piece. Lucy glared up at Kon, the hatred for him all too evident in her eyes.

"Good for you," she said darkly, absolutely ignoring the fact that everything she thought she'd known about him had been wrong. Yes, she'd been lied to. No, she wasn't going to think about that right now.

"I'm Superwoman. I still outrank you, little boy, so stand the hell down."