Welcome one and all. So this is my first ever Supergirl story, I'm putting it out there right now. As much as I love the show I never had the desire to write about it but that quickly changed when the legend that is Katie McGrath ventures into season two like a trooper. She plays Lena wonderfully, able to toe the line of either side as any Luthor should - Though I hope to everything that they keep her good, I'm done with Morgana *cough* Lena get screwed over.
Also I am complete SuperCorp trash, I'm putting that out there as well. Whether it's McGrath's ridiculous knack at making everything flirty or sunny Danvers gaping like a fish whenever she's in proximity there's just something between the two of them which is absolutely intriguing. It could be the Smallville nostalgia talking because their relationship mirrors Clark and Lex's before Lex was a complete dick but who knows, whatever it is I absolutely approve of it.
This is more of a character piece than anything else though there's SuperCorp and I may just expand it into a fully fledged story who knows. I just adore Lena Luthor so she gets the honour of being my first story in the Supergirlverse.
So as per I own absolutely nothing bar the storyline and I'll leave you guys to it.
Lena Luthor loathed many things in her life.
She loathed the rain which consistently ruined her make-up and hair – one of the many reasons she'd moved down to National City on the sunny coast. She loathed the sound of nails on a chalkboard, something which had stuck with her ever since boarding school. She loathed those she mingled with, the snivelling, pretentious, pompous upper class she unfortunately had been bracketed alongside due to her wealth. There was so much more she loathed, the list too long to elaborate upon.
But there was one thing she loathed more than any of the above, one thing that she didn't ever have a chance of fighting, which she had no control of. She'd never gotten a say, she'd never been given the opportunity to choose this one particular thing and it bit at her every single time.
She loathed her last name. Luthor.
The name just dripped off the tongue, almost always spoken with pure venom and disgust. It was a dirty name, a tarnished name. It was a name which struck fear into those who met her, distrust, scepticism and unabashed distaste which she battled on a daily basis. It was a label that caused her to constantly stick out from the crowd, a name which gave those around her preconceived images of the type of woman that she must be. That because she was a Luthor then she was almost certainly like her namesake, that she was a carbon copy of her Brother, her Mother, Father.
Adopted Brother, Mother and Father she corrected mentally.
People believed that she too must be cut from the same cloth, unable to grasp the mere notion that she was her own woman. That she was not Lex. That she was not Lillian. That she was not Lionel.
It was burden she carried deceivingly well, her face well trained and her façade immaculate as they greeted her with their pre-programmed ideals on who she must be as a person. That she was ruthless and greedy, scheming nefariously. That she was a power hungry monster with an insane God complex. Every day she dealt with the looks, the hushed whispers when she walked into a room.
Her face had become harder than steel, her mask one of constant indifference and completely impenetrable under their accusing glances and their thinly veiled hatred. Her skin was thicker than any armour available and the snide remarks almost always bounced off her like a sunbeam on a mirror, reflecting straight back at those who'd deliver the loaded judgements and illuminating her to their intentions, to their character.
They loathed her name almost as much as she did.
Lena had learned a long time ago how to school her emotions, how to separate her heart from her body so that she could withstand every single blow that was landed upon her. She was certain these people didn't even realise they were doing it and that just made it worse. She'd been tarred with the same brush as the rest of her family without ever being given a chance. They wouldn't even attempt to break beneath the icy surface, the steely disposition she coated her pale skin in so well. They didn't have the guts and they certainly didn't have the balls. No, to learn that she was nothing like her Family would only highlight their own flaws, their own misplaced judgements and she was sure that no one would dare break their own bubble of perfection and admit that they wrong.
In the world that she came from admitting ones flaws was a weakness, a drop of blood in the ocean which could lure a thousand sharks waiting to swallow them whole. They never deemed her worthy of even taking a chance, a leap of faith. She must be a megalomaniac just like her Brother.
Lena may have been one of two remaining Luthor's but it was she who came under far more scrutiny than her Mother. She was the one people could see, she was the woman heading up the family business and she was the one in the public eye. She was the face to a name now, she was the scapegoat for her family and she was the one people could directly attack because she was a Luthor and Lex's incarceration was nowhere near enough justice for all he'd done to the people of Metropolis.
The last part she agreed with herself.
Lena sighed loudly and swigged at the whiskey on the rocks in her palm, one hand running anxiously through her long raven locks as she tried to distract herself with the mountain of paperwork resting on the desk before her. Normally it would be enough, normally the words wouldn't even faze her but right now she was vulnerable.
These moments were rare, few and fleeting but she was not as invulnerable as she portrayed herself to be. Her thick skin and steely façade were simply that, a façade – though the people around her would never believe it. The real her, the person she truly was behind the name and the mask was a completely different being to the professional and cool CEO the world saw and sometimes – just sometimes - the cracks in her armour would open just a little larger than normal and the blood would leak out, exposing her very human organs to the harsh reality that she lived in now.
The scars would tear and the people's distaste would seep into the open wound like an infection, filling her with their poison and wearing down her shield. And then it would crash over her like a tidal wave, her thoughts spiralling from their words, to their meanings, to their conceptions. She'd tumble involuntarily into the pit of self-loathing, cursing and questioning herself time and time again.
And it would hurt. For a few hours it would sting and burn and she'd try to drown the flames with the whiskey in her hand, extinguishing the searing heat. It never worked. But it helped. The Luthor name would drag her down into the hellish abyss, clamped to her ankle like a ball and chain and tugging her violently into the throes of self-deprecation.
The whiskey fuelled haze would dull her senses, numb her to the pain and push her into a regenerative sleep. And then she'd wake the next day and rise like a phoenix from the ashes, another layer of skin added to her already thick armour. The words and feeling and emotion, the weakness and the pain would disappear beneath the heavy sheet of ice wrapped around her, locked in a pretty little box in her pretty little mind until the next time she slipped. She'd emerge stronger than before, but also a little more damaged in the process. It was nothing but a vicious circle and even with all her brains she couldn't find a way to break the cycle.
And now, for the first time in what felt like forever she found herself slipping once more.
No thanks to her Mother.
The woman had breezed into her office without a care in the world, not even attempting to hide how little she cared that yet again she skipped out on a gala. No matter what function Lena had ever held the woman almost always bailed on her. Time and time again. These days there wasn't even an excuse as to why and frankly Lena didn't even care anymore. She only invited the woman out of courtesy, nothing more.
There was no congratulations on all she'd achieved. No gratitude at her for stepping up to the mantle and picking up the gauntlet her brother had so crudely thrown down. No praise for the direction in which she was taking L-Corp, in fact it was completely the opposite.
Her Mother had never once tried to hide her disappointment. It was etched into every crevice on her face whenever she looked at Lena. Disappointment that she wasn't following in their footsteps, disappointed that she wanted to be good, to be kind. Disappointed that she held little to none of their ideals, alien hatred included.
Lena may have been a Luthor by name, but she was not a Luthor by blood nor by heart and she thanked her lucky stars. It could have been so easy to slip into their finely crafted shoes, so easy to strive to please her parents and become the Antichrist of the modern age. God it would have been the easier path, it would have been so much easier to live up to the evil of her name and plough through life in a whirlwind of chaos and destruction.
Instead she'd become her own woman and had gone onto a path she had crafted for herself. Her will was iron and she knew even from a young age that she wanted to be anything other than those around her. For years she'd drowned in their shadow, pinned beneath her family's obnoxiously huge boot. But she had fought tooth and nail to escape their grasp, wriggling her way out of their hold with finesse. She was sharper than they'd ever been, bolder and braver and completely unwilling to get sucked up into their vacuum of hatred and superiority.
The day they'd sent her to boarding school had been the best day of her life. For the first time in her life she'd been able to breathe. Finally she'd torn off of the leash which had been tied so tightly around her throat it was almost suffocating. She'd become hopeful, optimistic and excited for her future. She'd strive'd to become better than them in so many ways. Lex was a genius yes, but she was as well. Where-as he took what his Father handed him she had earned her credentials. She was the Engineer, she was the inventor, she was the one with more letters than the alphabet after her loathsome name. She'd built a rocket for Christ sakes.
She wasn't stupid enough to discard the fact that their money had assisted her in the quest for greatness. Without it she may never have been able to achieve the feats she had, and though she hated that she'd relied so heavily on their blood money she knew she could pump what she'd taken back into the areas people needed. But this time it would be clean money, good money and not sullied by the dirt under their fingernails.
She would clear the rot from the inside out which would be a damn sight easier than from the outside in. She'd known since she was child that they were as shady as shady came, Lex's imprisonment was merely the straw which broke the camel's back.
Already it was taking fruition and she absolutely revelled in how much it had wounded her Mother. She was naturally a cold woman, distant and lacking any sense of moral compass. Her face was as impassive as Lena's but Lena knew her Mother and she knew she'd gotten right under her skin, perhaps even drawn blood. It was written all over her face. Lena was carving her own empire out of the debris her Brother had left behind, wasting no time in pooling her own hard earned money into swallowing up every single asset he owned and converting their darkness into light.
Piece by piece she was dismantling everything the Luthor's had built and it was glorious. She'd toyed with completely rebranding and excluding every link to the Luthor name that she could, even discarding the Luthor from her own name, however, she found that there was a better way to really get under her Mother's skin and it was already working. She would cast away the black mark on the name she'd been begrudgingly bequeathed and would turn it into everything they hated.
She'd turn the name Luthor into a name of hope. She'd push it out of the darkness and into the sunlight, using it as a force for good and good alone. The Luthor name would be reborn into one which no longer harboured ill will but kindness. The old Luthor took and took and took, the new Luthor would give back just as much.
This was going to be her legacy and nothing would deter her from it. No matter how many people that would be sent to kill her – one attempt already – she wouldn't stop her crusade. She would not be bullied into bending, she would not be forced into giving up the task out of fear or intimidation.
She was Lena and she was stronger than they were. For years they'd underestimated her – everyone bar Alexander surprisingly – and now they were rueing that decision and she knew it.
Lillian and Lionel had given Lena her cunning, her business savviness and her frightening ability to see through every illusion placed before her, every hurdle that had been thrust before her feet. They had given her the tools without even realising it for it was them who had shown her how to perfect the mask of unwavering confidence, how to exude the almost ethereal untouchable aura. They had moulded her into the unstoppable force she'd become, a foil to their immovable object. By exposing her to their darkness for so long they had only fuelled her own light, giving her a clear view on who it was she wanted to be, what she wanted to leave behind.
They had shaped her into this person without even knowing it and it was unsurprisingly the one thing she was grateful to them for. Seeing the level that they lived on had only spurred her to aim higher and completely eclipse them in every possible way.
The stories she used to read as a child always had good triumphing evil, the hero beating the villain and that is exactly what she wanted to do. She didn't consider herself a hero, she was still teetering around the grey shades – her alien identifying device a perfect example - and knew she could so easily fall into their black pit of despair. Right now she was an anti-hero and she'd own that moniker if it meant she was trying to do the right thing.
And she was. She was trying so damn hard to right their wrongs and unravel their twisted web which was weaved so tightly around all who bore the name Luthor. She was giving it her everything to shed the old skin but as she expected her Mother had other plans.
She may have taken five steps forward but her Mother was dragging her four steps back and countering the damage she was doing. And she was doing it in the worst possible way.
Lillian Luthor hadn't come to see her out of the goodness of her heart, to wish her well and see how her only Daughter was doing. No, she had come with a warning, an ultimatum.
Shut it down or she'd shut Lena down. Claimed she didn't want a war, not with her Daughter and that should Lena abandon her ridiculous crusade she'd be more than happy to work side by side with her, just like she always should have. Still to this day she believed that Lena wasn't as pure as she made out to be, still she believed that they had corrupted her enough to break her iron will and still believed that the woman was a real Luthor, a true Luthor.
She wanted to give her one last chance to redeem herself and all would be forgiven. She'd be welcomed wholly into the Luthor fold and could embrace the destiny that they'd always envisioned for her. A destiny supposedly greater than anything Lena could achieve on her own. What she was doing and all the things she had planned, they were all for her and Alexander, that Lena would see it if she stopped being so stubborn and gave in for the first time in her life.
There was no yelling between them, no tears and screaming matches. The atmosphere was a below zero temperature, beyond freezing even. Lena didn't flinch once beneath her Mother's hostile gaze, didn't bow or break beneath the clear warning.
Lena had her project L-Corp yes, but her Mother had Project CADMUS and had no qualms on taking her on head to head.
The moment the words had left her Mother's lips a terrible churning had filled her stomach. Gruellingly it sank its teeth into gut, gnawing and gnarling at her innards with such a ferocity she didn't know how she didn't topple over.
She'd seen the blasts CADMUS had been throwing all over the airways, the threats and propaganda it had been spewing for all ears. Their anti-alien hatred so visceral she cringed every time a new one emerged. They were trying to incite a war against those who did not conform to their ideas, to twist the common people against those who protected them.
Yes not all of their extra-terrestrial visitors had good intentions. But neither did every human being on this planet either. Where there was bad, there was always good. The bad were always a small minority who spoiled it for the decent majority. Supergirl and Superman had done more for the people than they deserved, but still it seemed it was not enough. Nothing they could do would ever be good enough because they were not human.
And she cursed herself for not trusting her instincts the first time she'd seen the blast. She'd known, subconsciously she'd known that somewhere in that twisted mess, at the heart of it all that there was a Luthor involved. Her family's fingerprints were all over it, their grubby bloodstained legacy smeared throughout. And yet for some insane reason she had not been able to believe it. She'd been so naïve. She'd been so blinded by Alexander's actions, his evils and atrocities, that she'd forgotten that there was a far more dangerous Luthor still out there.
Her son, her pride and joy had been brought crashing back down to Earth. He'd been slung violently off if his self-proclaimed pedestal by the God like Superman and there was no way Lillian Luthor would stand by and watch as her own legacy crumbled around her, her golden boy no longer golden. Lena should have known better.
A sickness crept up in her throat as she registered the words her Mother had spoken towards her. 'All I'm doing is for Alexander and for you Lena… You'll see that eventually'. She simply swallowed the bile crawling up her oesophagus, unwilling to show any kind of reaction to her Mother. All the bombings CADMUS had unleashed, the blood they'd spilled… It was done in her name.
Innocent people had been caught in the crossfire, their lives cut brutally short all because Lillian Luthor wanted a safer world for her.
As much as she wanted to crumble under the admission she'd held her ground, lifting her chin a little higher in defiance. Her back had gone up ram rod straight, her eyes narrowing as she stared directly into her Mother's. A battle of wills erupted between their gazes, both fighting for dominance and hoping to pound the other into complete submission.
Masterfully she'd steadied her voice, pitch never breaking as she poured every single drop of defiance into her words. Lena cast the rising fear in her blood away, swallowing the dread and the pain which was clawing at her lungs desperately.
'Do your worst'.
The three words were simple, direct and all that needed to be said. Lillian was throwing down her own Gauntlet and just like she'd picked up Alexander's she would pick up her Mother's too. She was not afraid of her. She'd never been afraid of her and she wasn't about to change the habit of a lifetime. The words came out cold and hard and she knew they'd have shredded a lesser being to absolute pieces, her stance and her voice and her face so intimidating that it would have shook even the hardiest of people to the core. Her Mother however was unfazed and unflinching and she didn't expect anything less from the Matriarch.
It was her she'd learned all of this from after all.
There were no pleasantries exchanged, no begging or pleading to change the course both parties were now standing on.
Her Mother merely nodded her head, seeming somewhat impressed by her Daughter's nerve before turning on her heel and leaving the office, stopping only at the exit to drop one last parting shot.
'You've picked your side… It's the wrong one... I do hope they're worth it'.
As quick as she'd come she had gone and the moment that door shut behind her was the moment the cracks in her armour split and the blood seeped out.
That was how she'd come to find herself slumped at her desk and slipping, the whiskey tightly in her grasp and having lost all ability to focus on the work that needed doing. A guilt chewed her insides as she processed the fact that a Luthor truly was the one behind the hatred which was beginning to ripple through the City, that thought having been the one that had catapulted her into such a violent loathing of her name.
She really did hate her name. She may not have anything to do with CADMUS herself but her Mother… Lillian Luthor did, not only was she associated with them but she was CADMUS. And with that came guilt by association. As soon as people found out who was behind all of this instantly their ire would once again be turned towards her because she was a Luthor and just had to be the same as those who'd come before.
Every ounce of good she'd put into changing their perception of her would all be for nothing. Lionel was bad, Lex was bad, Lillian would be proved to be bad like her Husband and Son before her and so it was only a matter of time until she would be tarred even more relentlessly with the same God damn brush the others had been. Her life as she knew it would all be over, her own quest but for nought. Everything she was doing to redeem herself would fall apart, her Empire coming down with her, on her.
That's if she wasn't killed in the middle of it.
Her first glass of whiskey was shattered into hundreds of pieces at the far end of her office, the amber liquid staining the pure white wall. For a split second her anger had consumed her grief and she'd been unable to stop her arm from throwing the expensive crystal, the rage within her burning so strongly she lost all common sense and comprehension.
But the loathing quickly rooted itself back in once more and her anger was depleted, the fight exhausting. She was sick of it. She was so sick of them all. If the people didn't hate the Luthor's enough already then this would certainly be the last straw. She was that wretched names last hope and if her Mother goes under she just knows that she'll go under too.
And she was tired. She was so tired of it all. Tired of being a Luthor, of being the town pariah. She was as much of a victim of her brother's deeds as anyone, blameless in all he'd done. She was just so tired of having to fight her corner from the moment she woke up until the time she shut her eyes at night.
But even in her mental exhaustion she refused to let it bring her down. She was as tough as they came and still soldiered on throughout, her head as high as it ever had been. The only person who could destroy her was herself and she outwardly refused to allow it to happen. She would not yield, not even for a minute.
The people who were already too frightened to come near her, unwilling to touch a Luthor even with a ten foot pole, would scamper completely and leave her at the eye of the storm to wither and to rot and to pay for crimes she most certainly did not commit.
She'd never been seen as Lena since she could remember, she'd always been seen as a Luthor. That's all people see. Luthor, not Lena.
Everyone but one.
One person had somehow managed to see past the bluster and bravado, past the name and title. She didn't know how she'd done it but those blue eyes had sussed her out the moment she'd meekly walked into the office, hiding behind Clark Kent's ridiculously large shoulders.
Eyes so wise Lena had barely been able to take her eyes off of her. She was clumsy and awkward, fidgeting with her glasses as she became flustered whenever Lena complimented her but there was something in her eyes, some blindingly pure light which sucked up every word that left her mouth.
For the first time someone had actually believed her words, that she was not a villain and she truly was trying to make something great and something good. Someone believed in her, someone believed in her cause and Lena hadn't even had to push her explanations or prove anything. She simply believed.
Kara Danvers was that person… Or should she say Supergirl.
In some bitter and twisted turn of fate the woman she'd found herself gravitating closer and closer towards was the one person who should avoid her at all costs. They might not have had history personally but their families did. Her own Brother, Kara's cousin. Already they were connected by an outer force.
She didn't know straight off the bat of course. No she had been completely intrigued by the nervously awkward blonde beauty who was shadowing Clark Kent, unable to tear her gaze away from her. The sunny disposition which shone from her was completely intoxicating and Lena had found herself wanting to be in her presence a little more so that she could syphon some of that goodness for herself. That perhaps it could extinguish the small darkness that she as a human being inevitably harnessed.
It should have clicked then. There was no way a mere mortal could ooze such righteousness and kindness.
But it hadn't.
Kara Danvers had completely fascinated her and even behind the clumsy façade Lena knew there was a lot more to the woman than was visible. Even with all her light there was a world weariness lurking in her eyes, a hardship and a struggle and she doubted anyone would be able to see it. But she did. She was Lena Luthor after-all and had an inane knack at reading those surrounding her and she could read Kara Danvers like no other.
When they'd left she'd found herself unable to stop from asking Kara if she could speak to her again, that they could chat on a more informal basis. The words had come out before she could stop them but she was incredibly surprised at how easy Kara's response had been.
'I'd like that too'.
There was no ulterior motive there, no digging for a scoop. The woman genuinely wanted to speak to her again and Lena couldn't help but hope that perhaps that woman would become her first friend in National City. Lord knows she needed one and people weren't exactly cueing up to be it.
She lived a lonely life, she always had. Not just due to her name but due to her own determination to see her plans fall through. People had been pushed to the side as she'd focused relentlessly on the task at hand.
However now that she was at the top she wasn't stupid, she knew she needed a safety net and a sounding board and Kara Danvers fit that role perfectly. She held a sweetness Lena'd found her life lacking and it was such an enticing trait. She was someone who could reign her in when the darkness residing in the recesses of her mind threatened to consume her, tell her if something was wrong with what she was doing.
She didn't even know the woman yet but this, this she knew. After just one conversation she could feel it in her gut which was never wrong. This woman was special.
And her gut had been right. They'd quickly found a friendship with one another and her judgements on the girl had been spot on and then some. She had her own worries on the ADD and that was why she'd shown it to Kara because she knew the woman would be nothing but honest on her feelings for the device.
Instantly she slammed it down, highlighting the dangers of creating and selling such a device. It could easily be used as a way to track and highlight who the aliens amongst them were, segregating the ET community even further from their own human one. It was a device which most certainly fell in the grey area and even though there were many positives to the device which she herself believed in there were many negatives as well.
But eventually they both found common ground on the issue, seeing both perspectives on such a controversial device and Lena had decided that the prototype would be discontinued for the time being, until they found a better and far less intrusive way to utilise the tech.
The smile on Kara's face had been worth it.
When she was around Lena found herself unwittingly dropping the hard façade, softening and exposing just a little more about herself. It was so easy to talk to her, to tell her things about herself that she'd never told anyone. Her relationship with her Brother, how she loathed him yet still she loved him. How he had always been the one person in that family who treated her as an equal, who loved her. How the crushing realisation of just how far he had fallen, how much worse than their Father he had become. How it had broken her heart.
She'd told Kara all of this and still she found no judgement in those cerulean blue eyes, no persecution. It was almost as if she understood, that she empathised with the plight and the inner turmoil at loving someone so much even when they turned out to be a monster. She should have realised it then.
But she didn't.
More and more she'd been seeking the woman out, whether it was for a coffee at Noonan's or a drop by her apartment whenever she was on her way back from a business meeting. And Kara had been seeking her out too, actively showing up at her office with doughnuts and coffee just for some small talk.
Being around Kara only seemed to strengthen her crusade, the woman's bright sunshine too precious to be extinguished by the darkness of the world. Lena was doing all of this to make the world a better place for the innocents within it but she found that she was now doing it for Kara more and more as time wore on and she couldn't fathom why.
Unconsciously she'd even started flirting with the poor woman, unable to resist making her blush profusely. Kara would stammer over the words, her face flushing a deep red and it would only make the wicked grin on her own lips widen as she realised that she had just as much of an effect on the blonde as the blonde had on her. Lena had always been a charmer and could flirt better than anyone but flirting with Kara just felt right. It filled her with an excitement her life had been sorely lacking in recent times.
It was so easy to let down her guard around the woman and it frightened her as much as it intrigued her. In such a little amount of time Kara Danvers had made a big impact on her life, like no one else had. It was foreign, it was wonderful and it was completely terrifying. She was exposing herself piece by piece and she couldn't stop herself as much as she wanted too. She'd tried so hard to hold it all back but something about Kara made her want to spill her soul and all her secrets and then some.
There was something about Kara Danvers and at first she didn't see it. It was only when she'd met properly with Supergirl, face to face on her office balcony did it all seem to fall into place. Those bright blue eyes were unforgettable and seeing them without the glasses only solidified how majestic they were - the shoulder length blonde hair was framing her gorgeous face instead of being pulled back into a tight ponytail.
The height was the same, the eyes, the hair, the impressively athletic physique. It all clicked in one instant and she was certain Kara knew that she knew. She hadn't confronted her on it, nor asked her to reveal herself. That wasn't her secret to tell and she would not put the woman on the spot. She didn't want the woman to run from her and she knew forcing her to reveal something so special to her could do just that. It would spoil everything they had and there was no way Lena was going to let the one true bit of light in her life slip away all because she was curious. When Kara was ready to reveal her alter ego then so would she. No one would find out Supergirl's true identity, not from her lips anyway.
She was not her family. She was not like those Luthor's.
Kara's strong feelings towards the ADD only reinforced that the god like being stood before her was in fact the woman she'd found herself craving more and more. And even though Supergirl walked with purpose and confidence and had this strength just rippling off of her Lena could see that beneath it all the clumsy Kara Danvers façade was not so much of a façade after all.
She wasn't one or the other, she truly was both. The two personalities blended together, each overlapping layer after layer.
Remarkable indeed.
Sighing loudly she pushed the papers back, giving her a little more space on the desk and poured herself yet another drink. The liquor was warm and comforting – an unhealthy coping mechanism – but a coping mechanism none the less. It thawed the ice around her just a little more, allowing her skin beneath the impenetrable armour to breathe just a little easier.
Lena leaned back in her seat, sinking into the leather whilst nursing the glass in her hand idly. Right now all she wanted was a reprieve from it all, from everything. Her gaze was sorrowful, eyes trailing over the mess she'd made on the far end of the office.
She'd clean it up in the morning she decided.
If only everything else in her life was as easy to brush up and dispose of.
Resigning herself to her night of wallowing she sunk another glass before pouring another. She was certainly in for a long night. So consumed by her own thoughts Lena didn't spot the familiar silhouette on the railings of her balcony, cerulean blue eyes trained worriedly on her.
Today she was tired. Today she was at her weakest but she knew it wouldn't last forever, nothing ever did. Tomorrow she would be fine. She'd rise up from this as she always did just a little bit stronger and be ready to take on the world once more with another lashing of lipstick.
Tomorrow she would be the enigmatic CEO in killer heels, with a killer smile to match it. Tomorrow she would be indestructible once more and this slip down her mountain would become a distant memory in the back of her mind until it was time to break it out again.
Tomorrow she would begin her counter strategy against CADMUS, pool her resources into finding out every last detail she could about them. She would take her stand and ready herself and her company for the fight they undoubtedly would have coming their way in the near future.
Tonight however she allowed herself to be human.
For even the strongest had to crumble occasionally.
So here it is guys. If you liked it then drop me a line and let me know. Even though this is classed as a one shot I might just turn it into a fully fledged story or even a two shot with Kara's POV but only if the interest is there, otherwise this'll be better as a stand alone.
To my fellow SuperCorpians I salute you dearly and bid you adieu for now.
With Love,
C.