Gasping, Lena jerked awake, instantly thrashing. It took a moment to remember where she was—a cell. She sighed heavily, wishing she could do something more. She wasn't very strong to begin with, let alone have super strength like Kara.
"No, but you've got a brain, Lena," she whispered to herself. "Think." She looked around her, at every crack and crevasse, scanning the little room for any signs of weakness. The edges were bolted shut, but if she could get loose, maybe she could unscrew them. Not likely though, she thought. Then she realized there was a small camera in the top corner, diagonally behind her on the right. He was watching her. Well, when she gets free, she'll give him a finger in the air. She looked down at the chair she was sitting on—it was wooden. She could use gravity and a little leverage and hopefully break the arms off the chair. Or, better yet, stand and use the windows of the cell as a target. Lena pushed up, wobbling over to the door, and swung her body back and forth, each time a cracking sound splitting through the air. Finally, after several minutes of slamming the chair against the cell door, the legs and arm snapped off, splintering on the floor.
"Finally," Lena sighed, pulling her right hand out of the rope attached to the broken arm and then freed her other. She bent down and tossed the arm of the chair in her palm, levying its weight in her hand. Then, she turned and whipped the wood at the camera in the corner of the room, a small explosion sparking on impact. "Have fun replacing your equipment, Edge."
"For God's sake, Lena!" a crackly voice came on over the speaker. "I just bought all that stuff!"
"Oh, did I break Morgan Edge's toy?" she pouted sarcastically.
"You're getting on my last nerve, Luthor."
"Are you at the edge of your patience?" Lena chuckled, smirking triumphantly.
"You know what—" Silence followed.
Edge came out of the shadows, storming towards the cell. His face was red and he looked flustered. He slid a key card on the side of cell and yanked the door open, storming in. He grabbed Lena by the throat before she could react. "Did I not hit you hard enough?" Lena tried to reply, but she couldn't breathe. She tried to peel his hand away from her throat, but despite his size, Edge was strong. "You and your family. You're always breaking things that don't belong to you."
"Do—do you…expect me to be…sorry?" she gasped.
"No," Edge growled. "I expect you to pay for all the pain and misery you've caused me."
"Well, that's good…then."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not…sorry…about…anything…I've done," she managed to get out.
"You bitch," Edge threw her against the wall, cracking the back of her skull against it. "If I didn't want to see you suffer more than see you dead, you wouldn't be alive right now."
Lena stopped struggling, looked him straight in the eye, and laughed out loud.
"What's so damn funny?" Edge subconsciously tilted his head.
"You think you're so terrible," Lena laughed, "but you're nothing." Edge was silent. "You think you're bad? You don't know anything, Morgan Edge. Until you watch your own mother go into a lake and drown while you stand there, or choose saving Supergirl over your boyfriend, or kill an innocent boy for a science experiment, you can't say that you're a bad person. I let my mother die. I stood there while she drowned, so yes, Edge, I am always breaking things. I tried for years to convince the world that I wasn't a Luthor, but in reality, I knew I belonged with them because I was one of them."
Edge seemed taken aback by Lena's confession, but his stare remained hard. "Boo-hoo. That only gives me more of a reason to end you. Does Kara know about all of this?" Lena looked away. "No. Of course she doesn't. Because Lena Luthor only matters to Lena Luthor. Nobody else is worthy of her secrets."
"Shut up."
"I don't love anyone but myself because only I am worthy of my time."
"Shut. Up."
"Oh, and Kara Danvers? She's just a tool that I'm using to find love because I never received any from my God-awful, messed-up family."
"SHUT UP," Lena yelled, tearing Edge's hand away from her throat. She lashed out, but she didn't know how to fight. She managed to connect her fist to the side of Edge's head, but as soon as he reeled away, his hand caught her outstretched one, twisted it, and snapped her wrist. Lena cried out, falling to the floor, her hand to her chest.
Edge gave Lena his best fake pout. "Did I hit a nerve?"
Lena was breathing heavily, and tears welled up, but she refused to let them fall. Morgan Edge wasn't worthy of her tears. He wasn't worthy of her tears, but there were others who were. Kara. Kara was worthy of all that she was. I'm the one who isn't worthy of Kara's love, she thought. What did I do to deserve her? Nothing. She thought that she would never support Supergirl again after the fighting they did over her possession of Kryptonite, but they worked it out. And then it didn't seem to matter after she found out Kara was Supergirl. She couldn't imagine how Kara felt, knowing how she acted around Supergirl who was really Kara. Yet she loved her anyway.
"That pain you're feeling now?" Edge said. "That will be nothing compared to the pain you'll feel when I get your girlfriend in here. Just you wait, Luthor."