7:46 Am

A black limo with tinted windows pulls up to the front steps outside the Hall of Justice. Paparazzi immediately swarm around it hoping for a glimpse of the family inside.

"Are you prepared? Do we need to go over the list again"?

"No, I got it, I can do this father".

"Repeat it back to me again" my father demanded. He was sitting across from me in the back of our limo. He was wearing his black Dolce and Gabbana suit, custom tailored of course, with a white shirt and grey tie. Italian black shoes on his feet. He cut a clean and imposing figure.

My father, the proud and powerful Lex Luthor. CEO of LexCorp and mayor of Metropolis. This was his second term. My dad practically ran the city; from his company to the judges and police in his pocket. Nothing happened without his knowledge or consent. Well almost nothing.

And today was no exception.

It was October, and this was the first big field trip of the new school year. Every year the 'hero endorsed' Metropolis School for Student Excellence takes a trip to some tights and capes themed place. Last year it was the Flash Museum in Central City. This year it's the Hall of Justice. A museum dedicated to the triumphs of the Justice League.

Big deal.

This trip is so beneath me. I could be enjoying a day of sun, stretched out on the beach in Aeaea. Instead I'm here. It's not like I need the extra credit, save that for the outreach kids. My grades have been top of the class since Pre K.

"Nothing short of the best is expected of a Luthor". My father's words echo in my head.

I am his little prodigy, his only child and the one he rests all his hopes on. Every day of my life is another test to live up to his standards.

"Preparing me for my destiny" he calls it.

Today's assignment is to gather information. There are few places off limits to my prominent father, but the Hall was one of them. His less than squeaky clean past denies him access. My father hates being barred from anywhere almost as much as he hates superman. So today my job is to look and listen. Find out any and everything I can.

"What is Superman and his so called 'allies' hiding in there"?

Failure is not an option. And so because of this I was reciting my father's detailed instructions as if reading from a teleprompter, all while he held his gaze on me, waiting for me to make a mistake.

I made none. After all I am my father's daughter.

It's now 7:55. I have to be inside by 8. My father looks me dead in the eye, slowly he smiles.

"Well done. You're ready".

I smiled in return. Hard as it was to attain I strove for his approval.

"Darling anything to add?" he asked, turning from me to my mother. She was sitting next to him, wearing her Dior lilac dress and white sweater. Her purple hair elegantly pulled up and held together by golden bands. She looked the part of royalty. Which was fitting, the equally beautiful and dangerous goddess Circe looked out at me from behind her wide, purple, Prada sunglasses.

"No Lex, she's ready. You'll do perfectly" she said with a smile. My mother was always on my side.

"Very well then" my father started then looked at his watch. "You better go; a Luthor should never be late. Mercy will accompany you for safety".

I roll my eyes. I love the privileged life I'd been born to, it had many perks, the rules however I could live without. Having security follow you everywhere was a particular annoyance, especially when that security was Mercy. Cold, ruthless and sleeping with my father, I hated her.

I move to get out the car and my mother squeezes my hand.

"Καλή τύχη"she says. Good luck in Greek.

"Thanks mom" I say in reply and nod in my father's direction. My nod is met with a hand wave and I push open the car door.

The immediate flash from cameras shooting pictures takes me by surprise, but I remind myself to smile. These pictures will be online in hours and the cover of the Daily Planet tomorrow. All of a sudden a forceful hand pulls me through the sea of reporters. It's Mercy and she is simultaneously directing me up the steps and barring the paparazzi from getting near. I reach the door and get inside, Mercy is next to me in seconds.

I smell her before my head has a chance to look at her. She smells like perfumed covered sweat. Mercy, a six foot blonde, is always sweating. Guarding my family is a hard job. I turn to look at her, well up at her. Shes wearing her uniform. Grey pantsuit and brimmed hat. The same suit i've seen many times in the floor outside the door to my father's office, she sickens me.

"Mr. Luthor has asked me to remain beside you at all times today" she says to me.

"I'm aware of that" I reply through gritted teeth.

I look around and see my class just ahead. They haven't started the tour yet. I walk up to meet them and everyone silently moves allowing me to take my usual place, front of the class.

"Hello Ms. Luthor" the teacher Mrs. Reynolds greets me. I smile at her and glance at my watch. Its 8:03. Three minutes late, I mentally curse myself. My father will not be pleased.