Read Lex Luthor Man of Steel. So here is a short fic in honor of Hope

She hoped

She didn't knew what she was.

There were memories that floated on her mind as if there were courtains of color glasses between them and Hope. There was a father that took her hand and shared his Hot-Dog with her, she remebered, but he was made of something etereal and untochable even as he cupped her face in those distants dreams.

Those moments were real for her, but it always creeped down in her conciense, if she herself was real.

Metropolis loved her, looking up at her and hailing her an hero. Every moment she saved and helped to be captured on the citizens brains. She felt their admiration and hopes.

But even if she loved Metropolis, her heart belonged to a man.

Lex looked at her and she shivered under his strong gaze, feeling something that only he, who truly saw her, could do. He could see the bare hope, naked and real. So she melted when his eyes looked at her and a warm feeling builded on her.

All that was true, even if Mona lips curled in a snarl, if the other woman said Hope was only pretending to feel everything, as if she was only a machine going for the motions. But Lex came to her rescue, proclaiming his honest love to her a seconds later.

Every kiss, touch and moment was saved on her memory, for her to have and cheeris all her live, her past and present melting in one to give her a future of Hope, Metropolis and Lex. Always. She left with a promise of returning, to him and the tommorrow.

It was easy, capturing the monster that had hurt her people. Hope knew the drill and she was near of reaching her destiny, her happines, nothing could stop her. But her own body betrayed her. Dropping the criminal to his death and filling her with the numbness of confussion.

She ran, wanting to go to a safer place, Superman hand burned across the clothes making her mistake more raw.

Was her "live"worth of living even if she was false? If she wasn't a real woman? Those were her toughs as she figthed Superman, even if she realized what she wasn't, the answer of what she was existed on an unreacheable place.

There was no future to go anylonger but she wanted to live, even if all was false and she lacked soul and self. There were real moments waiting her, she knew that deep down, in a place that wasn't on any circuit.

The last she saw was Superman eyes, they were human-like, as hers. She always believed him a monster, something un-human, but maybe if Superman himself had a soul so would Hope.

...or so she hoped.

R.I.P Hope.

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Thanks for reading.