Disclaimer: I only own the woman.
Author's note: Devious little thought that sprang into my head one night. I actually grinned- possibly evilly- when I thought of it. Sorry it's so short.
On another note, this would probably make more sense if you went to my website and went to the Miscellaneous section and checked out the squiddles. 3.1 through 3.4 are the relevant ones, but you can check out the other ones too if you want.
HyperbolaIn the bustling city of Metropolis, there were many buildings of immense height. The tallest of these was the LexCorp building; previously belonging to Luthorcorp until the family hierarchy came into play due to an unforeseen incident. When Lionel Luthor had died, his son had inherited everything; and Alexander Luthor had quickly settled in.
On the top floor of the immense building sat an office, its huge windows facing the east. Its placement was no accident- the woman inside enjoyed the feel of the sun at her back, and she and her husband both agreed it would be best to keep her as far away from the experiments in the basement levels as possible. It was a big office; a large, modern desk- complete with computer- towards the center of the large windows, a mini-fridge nearby, various chairs across the room from the desk, as well as a comfortable living area in the adjacent room.
The woman at the desk was a sight to behold in herself. Dark, almost black hair was woven into a long braid that ran down her back. Her husband had once described her as having "the body of a supermodel"- a trait that got her many stares whenever she and her husband went out in public. She wore an ensemble of dark red knee-high skirt and suit jacket, with a dark gray shirt underneath. Her dark red shoes were flat-heeled- at over six feet, she didn't need anything to make her look taller.
She sighed and put the packet of papers down. She rubbed at her eyes behind her glasses. Deskwork wasn't her favorite activity. She and her twin had both been very active children; their parents had barely been able to keep up with them. She didn't even have to be working at LexCorp; the only reason she was there almost everyday was to be near her husband as he worked hours on end, instead of left at home to sit and wait for him.
With a slight squeak she pushed the chair back, grabbing something from the desktop as she stood. The chair was short-backed; she had preferred it that way, so it wouldn't block the sunlight, and her husband had said she looked almost angelic in the mornings.
She folded her arms as she stopped, looking out at the city below. He was down there somewhere; that much she knew. She scowled as she saw the red and blue blur. Superman.
He had given LexCorp some trouble not too long ago. Luckily, it was quickly resolved- everyone knew what the Man of Steel was capable of, and didn't want to give him a reason to use it all. She hadn't attended the meeting between the head of LexCorp and the superhero. It wasn't time for them to confront each other. Not yet.
Unfolding her arms, she held up the object in her hand. It was a lump of coal, black and unshaped. She enclosed it in her fist, then began to squeeze- gently at first, then tighter and tighter until she began to feel it change.
She would make him remember- make him see the mistakes he had made. He thought he was protecting her, but instead it had damaged her more- almost beyond mending. And he had never approved her decisions. She would show him. And with the help of her husband, she would be ready.
She opened her hand. The coal was gone, and in its place sat a small diamond, glittering brilliantly in the light.
A bitter smirk came over her face.
"I'll make you understand someday soon, my dear brother."
She, Catherine Luthor, waited for that day.
The End?…