Nobody thinks that much about Izza. Nobody thinks about her life, her family. Nobody thinks about just how quiet she's gotten recently. Nobody thinks that the uniform she's been wearing the past week has been the same one, unwashed. Nobody thinks about her sudden tardiness. Nobody thinks about how she keeps biting her lip or tapping her fingers. Nobody thinks about her new hairstyle. Nobody thinks about her new jewelry. Nobody thinks of her.

Nobody thinks about the damage heroes leave in their wake. Nobody thinks about who gets left to pick up the pieces. Nobody thinks about the aftermath of a hero's battle past the broken buildings or their own loss of job. Nobody thinks that the damage would affect someone's life so much. Nobody thinks that a girl who's parents were killed by a hero's destruction will ever get adopted. Nobody thinks that Lex Luthor of all people would ever adopt a kid. Nobody thinks that if he did, it'd be one that was so remarkably normal. Nobody thinks that he'd adopt a girl either.

And yet, that's what happened. Perhaps that's why it's on every news outlet across the nation. There've been many orphans. There've been many that became that way through a super's actions. But not many ever get adopted. Then here comes Lex Luthor, taking pity and adopting one. And one who became an orphan because of Superman no less.

And so the entire nation now knows of Isabella 'Izza' Charity Case. And yes, that is her real name.

Everyone knows that her parents were killed when Superman threw the hero of the week into a building. Everybody knows that her parents were the janitor and errand girl of Wayne Tech, respectively. Everyone knows that they were in the building of their deaths because they were trying to get jobs with better wages. Everyone knows just how poor Izza was before Lex adopted her. Everyone knows that she was in her school for a scholarship. Everyone knows she couldn't even buy a water bottle in the cafeteria. Everyone knows that she's a C student that's in two clubs. Everyone knows that both those clubs cost no money to join, unlike so many of the ones offered.

And everyone knows that she was at neither when her parents died. Everyone knows that she was in the hospital, forced by the club adviser when they saw her tumble down the stairs. Everyone knows that she was given the news right as she was leaving with a leg brace and a wrapped ankle. Everyone knows how she fell at the news. Everyone knows that she saw them because someone had to ID them and she had no family. Everyone knows that she had no friend to stay with and was put into an orphanage immediately.

And Izza couldn't stand her situation. She wished she'd never been spotted. She wished that Luthor would give her back, exchanging her for another kid. She wished that the media never knew about her. She wished Superman never killed her parents. She wished Superman never existed. She saw far too many other kids orphaned by his battles to feel otherwise.

So she lays in her new room, blasting music to tune out her nanny. She lays there and thinks of her parents final moments again and again. She wonders what she'd ever do if she saw Superman. She wonders what she will do when her nanny comes in with a new reporter trying to get a better scoop.

Everyone tells her how lucky she is and how happy she should be. As if her parents' deaths were a small price to pay for this grand prize. Everyone tells her that she needs to smile. Everyone tells her how sorry they are, but it can't be so bad now. Everyone from her school is pretending to be her friend, hoping to get a hook-up for free stuff or for their fifteen minutes of fame. Which just makes her even angrier because honestly, who even noticed her before all this. Nobody.

And just to top it all off, nobody asks. Nobody asks how she's doing. Nobody asks what she misses most about her parents. Nobody asks how life actually is as the adopted daughter of Lex Luthor. Nobody asks about the necklace, the rings, or the bracelet. Nobody asks about why she changed her hair. Nobody asks about her gloves. Nobody asks about her own injuries. Nobody asks anything.