Kon's grip on her was strong, firm. She tried to jerk her head back to head-butt him, but he'd since moved out of the way. Instead, she just...struggled.
"N-no," Lucy hissed. "Lex wouldn't sully his DNA by mixing it with the Kryptonian's. That's...no. He wouldn't. He wouldn't." There was no way this self-righteous little snit could be part Lex. Lex Luthor was brilliant. A hero. An inspiration. He'd done more for Metropolis - more for the world - than Superman could. Sure, Superman was faster. But given the time, Lex was better.
At the back of her mind was a little nagging voice, though. If her father could force her to fake superpowers, why couldn't Lex mix his DNA with Superman's? Why couldn't...
Lucy slackened in Kon's grip. She wanted to fight. She did.
But she didn't know anymore.
She didn't know.
Everything had become topsy turvy since she'd first put on the containment suit that granted her powers.
She didn't want him to be right. She didn't want him to be right.
But if he was, that meant that everything she'd worked so hard for - everything she'd worked so hard towards - all of it was for nothing. It meant that she was the one who was wrong.
Not wrong. Wronged. I was wronged. Yet another betrayal. Yet another lie. Yet another part of Lucy Lane's life that wasn't as it should have been.
She shuddered as anger gave way to grief. "Look at that," she said, her voice dull, hoarse. "One more thing you people have managed to take away from me. First my sister. Then my humanity. My father's love. And now. Now...this." Everything she had ever believed in. "Are you satisfied? Are you happy? The upper hand is yours." She couldn't break him, but he'd torn asunder her entire life. "Aren't you just going yay?"
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"N-no," Lucy hissed. "Lex wouldn't sully his DNA by mixing it with the Kryptonian's. That's...no. He wouldn't. He wouldn't." There was no way this self-righteous little snit could be part Lex. Lex Luthor was brilliant. A hero. An inspiration. He'd done more for Metropolis - more for the world - than Superman could. Sure, Superman was faster. But given the time, Lex was better.
At the back of her mind was a little nagging voice, though. If her father could force her to fake superpowers, why couldn't Lex mix his DNA with Superman's? Why couldn't...
Lucy slackened in Kon's grip. She wanted to fight. She did.
But she didn't know anymore.
She didn't know.
Everything had become topsy turvy since she'd first put on the containment suit that granted her powers.
She didn't want him to be right. She didn't want him to be right.
But if he was, that meant that everything she'd worked so hard for - everything she'd worked so hard towards - all of it was for nothing. It meant that she was the one who was wrong.
Not wrong. Wronged. I was wronged. Yet another betrayal. Yet another lie. Yet another part of Lucy Lane's life that wasn't as it should have been.
She shuddered as anger gave way to grief. "Look at that," she said, her voice dull, hoarse. "One more thing you people have managed to take away from me. First my sister. Then my humanity. My father's love. And now. Now...this." Everything she had ever believed in. "Are you satisfied? Are you happy? The upper hand is yours." She couldn't break him, but he'd torn asunder her entire life. "Aren't you just going yay?"