#luthor!reader

It wasn't what you expect. No exactly. It's strange, because Lex has always been so predictable to you. You had learned how to read every one of his micro expressions at a young age, and how to work around his… tendencies, too.

Telling him about your girlfriend was going to be a very calculated task, because that's how conversations with Lex were. From being eight and telling him that you accidentally muddied his shoes, to being nineteen and showing him your first tattoo, to… now. Telling him you're gay. Telling him that your girlfriend is Supergirl, of all people.

The thing about these confessions is, you've always known how it would end. Lex loves you, you know that it's true. He might huff a hot breath through his nose, but by the end of it he always came to terms. Whether it was an acceptance of the lack of control he had over others, or simply not being bothered by a thing that has nothing to do with him.

But this? This confession came out in a ranted spew. A spiteful response, reacting to his immaturity.

His head tilted, "Why are you defending these aliens so desperately?"

"Because I happen to be dating Supergirl, and you're going on some emotional rampage about how she needs to be 'controlled'. Believe me, she is not someone that can be controlled." It just sort of came out.

"Everything can be controlled, don't let it fool you." He waves a dismissive hand.

You swallow the stone in your throat, shifting in your seat across from him. You were just stopping in to catch up. It's hard, he's your brother. Even after he was so willing to rip the world in two.

It. You know he means Kara. He's disgusting. Nearly unrecognizable to the sibling from your childhood.

"She," you correct, "would've kicked your ass unlike Superman, and you would've deserved every bruise. You act like these people don't have rights."

"Jury's still out," his eyes have that familiar glaze over them. The one you saw on TV the day of his arrest. The one that told you he knows he's losing.

You sigh, the tension from your body giving out, elbows resting on the metal table in front of you. The argument could go all day, but you didn't have that sort of time together. Visitation lasts twenty minutes now, and you had fifteen left. He really wasted no time getting into things.

"I don't know why I come to see you anymore…" you murmur into the phone, looking down at your hands as you fiddle with Kara's ring you snagged from her this morning.

Lex watches. "Because you're fool enough to think I will change."

Your thumb taps the metal band on your pointer. He's right. Your brain knows he never will, that this is who he always was, but your heart wants more.

You look at him again. "Did you even catch on to what I said?"

"That you're dating an unstoppable alien that could destroy the world as we know it as if it was nothing?" He asks sarcastically, his eyes avoiding you now.

"That I'm dating Supergirl." You push through his idiocy.

"Same thing." He shrugs indifferently.

Wasn't this supposed to be some monumental moment to share between brother and sister? Coming out, sharing an intimate part of yourself with a person you spent the majority of your life around? The person you spent your most formative years looking up to, because he really did used to be someone to look up to.

Maybe it's petty to want him to acknowledge it, but there is a part of your tender heart that needs him to see you. "That I'm gay, Lex. Did that even register in your brain?"

"Don't insult me, I caught the difference. What does it matter if you are? Your issue isn't about wanting to bang women, it's about the woman you are choosing to bang." He actually rolls his eyes now like this is the most ridiculous conversation you've ever had.

"This is pointless," you're shaking your head and making the decision that this is your last visit.

"What do you want me to say?" He leans closer to the glass. "You knew how I felt, and I do congratulate you on coming out, but there are bigger fish to fry."

He's completely serious. Looking at him, with his clenched jaw and white knuckles that were curled into a fist, you just begin to laugh. It's insanity.

"She flew me to a beach last week," you bulldoze the conversation. It's exactly what he would do.

"Could have taken a plane." He utters.

"She helped me move apartments, lifted my couch like it was nothing." It's like sharing details of your relationship as if this was all normal.

"Moving companies do exist."

"Oh!" You pretend to be overly happy, "She… she found my earring the other day, it fell off and she found it hidden under our bed with her x-ray vision."

"You would've found it when cleaning regardless."

You hum, watching him as he sits stiff as a board. Then you say softly, "She makes me smile."

His eyes lift up to look at you, but he's silent this time. You cease this rare opportunity.

"She's funny, and patient, and kind." A genuine smile finds your lips. "She does this thing, it's so cute," you giggle to yourself, "I'll be trying so hard to be in a mood, and she just scoops me into her arms and covers my face with kisses, then says the absolute corniest line she can think of."

Lex is shifting uncomfortably on his metal stool. You're making it real to him. Good.

"I love her," you lift one shoulder in a shrug. Tears were forming in your frustration. "I love her, and you want to take that from me."

"I never said—

"You did."

"She's too much of a risk." He tries to defend.

"Every morning she gets out her coffee cup and forgets to close the cabinet door, and you want the world to believe she's part of some calculated scheme to rule it?" You laugh at the stupidity of it.

"Picking up on mundane, human characteristics could very well be a tactic in their plan." He doesn't hear himself, you swear he can't.

Rubbing your forehead, you just soak it in. He's living in complete delusion. And you have been living in one too, thinking that he really could come out of it.

"Well," your hand falls back down onto the metal. "I guess I'll be the first to kneel, or whatever. Great talk, Lex. Don't count on me coming back."

"No, wait—

Your phone slams on the mount before he can finish, cutting you off from hearing whatever bullshit he was going to spin this time. His fist slams on the counter, rattling the metal. He's distressed. Losing you to some godly being. You hope he loses sleep over it.

Tears slide down your cheeks, just in time for him to see before you turn away and leave the visitation room for the final time. This has to be it. Lex wasn't the person you needed him to be even if it hurt to admit.

This time, leaving Belle Reve felt like you could breathe knowing you never had to come back. Knowing that him losing you to Kara is entirely devastating to his existence as a whole, and that there was absolutely nothing he could do that she wouldn't squash him for. So, actually, it's a hell of a lot easier to walk away than you had first feared.

The drive home surrounds you with noise. Impatient cars hoking, drivers shouting for traffic to move, chattering of the pedestrians as they walk with their companions. Some pairs had entwined hands, some groups had linked arms. There is laughter pouring from one person to the one on the other end of their phone, you figure their pace is so quick so they can get home to see that smile. There are coos from strangers enamored by the dog that was panting so joyfully to be receiving so much attention, and there are children pointing excitedly from the other sidewalk when they too spot the dog.

All of these sounds are ringing through your ears, merging with your worries and doubt. It's a comfort to hear that life has gone on, and a gut punch to think that your own brother wanted to limit the experience of it to those he deems worthy.

The light turns green and suddenly there is so much more to see on your ride home. Freedoms of every day life. Mundane, human characteristics. How exciting to see it all?

Your car door slams shut, echoing in the parking garage. Tears had long dried, and now your heart just skips. Your feet hit the ground, carrying you back home to her.

The elevator couldn't have felt slower, and unlocking the door couldn't have felt like more of an inconvenience. But you get in, kick your shoes off to land with hers, and toss your jacket over the chair with her coat. Taking in a breath, you can smell that she was trying to cook again. You smile. It smells horrible.

"Shit…" Kara hisses from the kitchen. Then she's louder. "Uh, hey, baby! You're back a little early?"

Your feet push off the ground, head tilting around the corner in an attempt to see her sooner, even if by just a few seconds. It's well worth it. She's trying to hide the food behind her, as if there wasn't a mountain of dishes in the sink and a lingering smell tattling on her for burning it.

"Shorter talk," you explain, walking over with a grin.

Her hair had been haphazardly thrown into a bun with one of your scrunchies, a few strands dangling in her face. And her clothes—you'd never seen the shirt before. Her body pushes off from the counter, coming closer to you.

"Good or bad?" She asks, trying to keep your eyes locked with hers.

"Both." It's honest. "I don't wanna get into it right now. You look cute, this a new shirt?" Your fingers tug on the hem of it.

Kara mumbles something about looking like a total mess as she glances down to her shirt. "Yeah, you'd said this color looks good on me. I saw it somewhere, figured I'd grab it to help my wardrobe grow." She looks at you again, kissing your cheek as a welcome home. "You sure you don't wanna talk? Just- usually we have a little debrief."

You nod, hand resting over the fabric of her new shirt and gently squeezing her waist. "Positive. I just want to be with you."

Her hand rests on your upper arm, leaning into your hold and pressing your foreheads together. Kara isn't one to push, even though she can see something went down. It's in your tear stained eyes, but it's also in your excitement. She knows that she can trust you to talk when you're ready.

She kisses you gently, lips landing on yours twice. "I tried to make dinner. I know those visits are a lot, so I thought we could just eat and chill, but…"

Kara laughs, tucking one of the strands of hair behind her ear. She never seems to give herself credit with these things. The girlfriend things. She's been trying really really hard to adjust to Earth, and you've given her nothing but grace.

You try to lean over and see the food, "It can't be that bad…"

Her hand quickly holds your face, pulling you back to her so you can't see it. "Trust me, baby, it's like a crime scene. We'll just order pizza, or Thai, or whatever you want, but that shit is inedible."

Her exaggerations make you mirror her smile and laughter. Over the top, yet fully her belief. She's happy that you don't push to try the food and pretend that it's the greatest thing you've ever eaten, you just accept it and allow her to move on.

"You'll get the hang of cooking eventually," you kiss her cheek before humming happily. "Let's do pizza. The one that's super greasy, from just a few blocks down."

Kara groans too, squeezing her eyes shut in her own excitement for the health-ruining pizza. "Yes! Linny's Pizza, where there's so much cheese it basically slides right off."

"But we've gotta get extra cheese on it anyway." You say it like it's obvious.

Kara opens her eyes, looking at you with knitted brows. "Uh, yeah. What kind of people would we be if we didn't get the extra cheese?"

"The kind that just have no zest for life," you joke.

She laughs, squeezing your arm for your shared moment of ordinary conversation. She's beautiful. Blue eyes crinkled in the corner, letting herself just be with you. Your eyes chase hers, never wanting to let her go.

She comes in for another kiss to your lips and follows it with one on your cheek. "Okay, I'll get the pizza so you can get your shower."

Because that's your routine. The one she has memorized. Come back from the visit, decompress, wash it off, and ground yourself in her arms. She knows you.

"Hmm, 'kay." You kiss her cheek before she slips away to get her coat out from under your jacket. "Love you, thanks for getting dinner."

Kara salutes, walking backwards towards the door. "Just taking care of my girl." She sends a wink your way, "I love you, be back in no time."

This mundane exchange does everything to melt your world.

Years had gone by with you being aware of your father's doings. Years of him getting you the best trainers to protect yourself against anyone - even someone like Batman. He had spent thousands of dollars finding you the best professionals. In the end, you had became a professional yourself.

Lex trained you for his own evil purposes without realizing that you had an agenda of your own. You were tired of falling under the reign of him. You wanted to make someone of yourself without being in his shadow, not to mention that you wanted to take him down. For good.

So, you left Metropolis and headed to Gotham. If there was one person that should have known all the information that your father had, it was the great Batman himself. You had seem in action before, this man was not to be messed with. Yet, here you were standing on the roof of GCPD with the legendary batsignal turned on.

Gotham nights were colder than they were back home. Your jacket was tightly wrapped around yourself as you waited for Batman to show up - if he showed up. You had no other idea on how to contact him, this was your only shot. Your father was going to put his plans into action soon, you needed to get this information to someone.

It must have been close to an hour until you saw his shadow. A black cape hung around his shoulders and he looked even more intimidating up close. There was another with him - Red Robin. Previous Robin until taking his own path just like all the others before him as well.

"Batman!" You jumped up.

"(Y/N) Luthor," his eyes narrowed. Batman jumped down from the ledge that he stood. He towered over you and you felt nothing but fear coarse through you. Of course he recognized you, your face was all over the news. "What are you doing in Gotham."

"My father," Your voice cracked. You felt yourself cowering away from him until Red Robin joined the two of you as well. Your body straightened and your eyes latched onto the younger man. He looked no older than you were - a cowl covering the top half of his head but soft lips that held the tinniest of scowls.

"Lex, he's planning something big. I know you have no reason to trust me but I'm telling you the truth," you spoke. "There's a big conference tomorrow, the richest of the rich are going to be there - he's planning to wipe them out. Please, I'm telling you the truth, I'm tired of being in his shadow. I'm tired of standing by doing nothing."

You reached into your pocket to pull out a slip of paper. Batman must have taken it as a threat, he had a batarang pulled out and launched towards you before you could blink. The Metal caught in your jacket and pinned you to the wall near by. As soon as he saw that it was only a paper that you were grabbing, he seemed to relax.

"Here's everyone that's going to be there, time, place, everything I know about his plan. Do what you want with it, I just... I need to know that I at least did something to try," You held your hand out for him to grab the paper. Batman looked at you once more before turning and leaving off the side of the building.

You sighed in defeat - this was you only chance and you blew it. "Fuck," you tilted your head back. Your eyes were sealed shut in frustration. However, they popped open again when you felt the warmth of someone near you on that cold night. Red Robin stood less than a foot away from you.

He reached out to the weapon trapping you and yanked it out of the wall. His eyes gazed down to the paper in your hand. "Batman can be a little rough around the edges, but trust me when he means good."

"I know he does, that's why I'm here," you told him. The hole in your jacket wouldn't go unnoticed by your father. "Please, take this. Convince him, tell someone else, I don't care. I can't live with myself anymore while I just watch him kill so many people. I'm tired of his name tainting my life."

"I'll see what I can do," Red Robin grabbed the paper and shoved it into his belt. He stalked over to the same side of the roof that Batman had just previously jumped down from. However, as he stood on the edge, he paused to look back at you. "Thank you, for sticking your neck out for this. Not many people would."

"I'm not most people."

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When the event that your father had planned rolled around, you couldn't get rid of the anxiety within you. You had no idea whether or not Batman had decided to heed to your wisdom or not. You prayed that he would. As you stood along side Lex, with some ridiculously fancy dress on, you couldn't help but pray that they would show up.

You couldn't get Red Robin out of your mind. The brief interaction with him seemed to get you hooked. The way his lips curved up into a smile, the warmth of being around him, even the sound of his voice soothed you. It had only been a mere minutes with him and you couldn't get enough of his presence.

As time passed through the conference, and your fake smile grew smaller and smaller, you wondered when your father intended to put his plan into action. Or if Batman was even ready to strike at any given moment. All you knew, was that you were getting more and more worried for the rest of the people in the room with you.

Then, after an achingly long time, nothing happened. Your sweaty palms worsened as your father ended the meeting and ushered you out of the room. This wasn't supposed to be how the afternoon ended. You knew how it was supposed to end and it was everyone in that room being dead.

Something was wrong - you could tell by the malicious smile on Lex's face. You tried to keep yourself calm, maybe you had just gotten the date wrong - or even that he changed his mind. However, you knew yourself and him better than that. This was planned - he knew what he was doing against you.

The rest of the night continued on and you couldn't get this fear out of your chest about what really went down. It wasn't until you turned on the news did you realize what you had done. Arkham had a break out - a big one. Two-Face, Penguin, even Zsasz broke out and you knew who was to blame.

Lex Luthor.

"Fuck..." You trailed off. He must have known that you were plotting against him. He had to have known that you were going to go to the Bats and get him out of Gotham for the night. Without him there to protect the city, GCPD didn't stand a chance to get everyone back in. This was all your fault - and Batman was going to blame it on you too.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you rushed around your room and grabbed the nearest jacket before running outside. As soon as you opened the door, you were met with one of your father's security guards - who never stood outside of your room.

"Going somewhere?" The man asked.

"Uh, yeah, meeting up with some friends for burgers," You lied, thinking of something you did quite often. "I'll be back later." As you tried to sneak past him, he grabbed hold of your arm. For once in your life, you were thankful that your father went so hard on you to train you to protect yourself. It took you a matter of seconds to get this man down on the ground.

"Going somewhere?" You knew that voice. Red Robin, mocking your supposed ‘bodyguard’. His arms were crossed over his chest as he stared at you from down the hall. He looked much less friendly than he did the last time that you had seen him - especially after seeing you take down the guard outside your room.

"I had no idea that he was planning to do this!" You tried to defend yourself. You slowly moved closer towards him. The last thing that you needed was for him to believe that you were going to attack him. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't know! I thought I was helping, but he set me up. He knew I was going to go to you!"

"Should have never trusted a Luthor," Red Robin scowled. His hands turned into fists at his side, he was pissed. Pissed for thinking that he could trust you, pissed that you betrayed him, and pissed that he couldn't hate you. Your short meeting sparked something in him. He saw hope, the desire to help people within you - yet here you were proving him wrong.

"I'm telling you the truth, he set me up! Lex doesn't care about me, he never has," you tried again. It was no use. All the facts pointed towards you being on your father's side in all of this. Red Robin suddenly jolted towards you. He wanted to waste no more time hearing you try to convince him that you weren't a liar.

On reflex, you had dodged him. You didn't want to fight him, not at all, but you couldn't go down without proving your innocence first. Red Robin through his fists at you, ready to take you down without mercy. You had managed to block them, at least most of them.

You tried to stay on defense for as long as you could, but it was only tiring you out. The second that you dropped to dodge his hook, you had got him right in the abdomen. The power of it caught him off guard and he buckled enough to get another punch on him. Red Robin was taken aback by your sudden skill.

"I'm sorry!" You apologized as you backed away from him. The punch to his temple left him slightly dazed - but not enough to keep him out of the fight. In a sudden fit of anger, he tackled you to the ground. You arms were pinned to your sides and he hovered just barely above you. His breath fanned against you cheek and you could see all the details in the small area of his face being shown.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. Tears welled in your eyes. They would never believe that you just wanted to help, that you weren't like your father no matter how much he tried to get you like him. Red Robin faltered for a brief second. His grip on you loosened at the pain in your voice.

Tim felt his heart break for you. To be in a family that you never asked for and a father that didn't treat you right. He couldn't imagine what kind of things you had gone through growing up with Lex as your father and no signs of a mother. It must have been hard. Then again, what was to say you weren't the same as him, he barely knew anything about you.

Just another trick.

"You're going where you deserve, Luthor."

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It had been just under forty-eight hours that you had been in the GCPD holding cell. Legally, as soon as those forty-eight hours were up, they had to let you go or jail you. Considering that you hadn't been jailed yet, you assumed that they had no proof about you involvement with the escape of the Arkham patients.

Not to mention that there was a very obvious sign that you father made no effort to bail you out. Your assumption was true - he had set this whole thing up to blame it on you. It had only infuriated you more that your own father would do something like this. Whatever he had planned for the convicts, it couldn't have been good.

He wouldn't just break psychopaths out of there for no reason. Lex was a genius, meticulous with his plans, he didn't just do things out of the spur of the moment. That was the whole reason you were there in the first place - he knew every little gritty detail about you and your life to set it up.

You sat in the cell with your knees up to your chest and head tucked between. The place was loud to the point that it was unbearable. Gotham was nothing like Metropolis. However, the clink of metal had caught your attention. An officer stood with the door wide open for you to leave.

"You're free to go, Luthor," the officer told you. Without hesitating, you scrambled to your feet and snatched the bag of your possessions out of his hand. You weren't sticking around there for longer than you needed to. Your time in there had left you with one goal: take your father down. This was the last straw for him.

Gotham weather sucked and you were stuck in the middle of a rain fall as you left the precinct. You stood out there as you clothes got drenched, wondering where you were going to go from here. Back home wasn't an option, you didn't wish to be a part of the Luthor family anymore. However, without the title, you had nothing.

There was only one shot that you had - and that was to see if Batman was willing to trust you. That was how you ended up back on the roof of GCPD - the batsignal left off this time. He could have been the only one to get you free of that cell, he was the only one that knew that you were in there.

"Luthor," a voice from behind caused you to jump. Just as you had hoped - Gotham's vigilante showed up. However, this wasn't the Dark Knight, it was Red Robin. He looked less aggressive than the previous time that you had seen him. His arms were crossed as he leaned against the side of the building and now scowl toyed at his lips.

"Red Robin," You sighed, thankful that he was here. "You have to know that I had nothing to do with this plan, please. I-"

"I know," he cut you off. He pushed himself off of the wall to get closer to you. "Batman and I did some digging, we know your father set you up. I'm sorry for being so quick to blame you just because of who your family is."

"No, it's okay. I know the downside of having the Luthor name and I'm not proud of it. I'm just glad that you found out the truth. I'm sorry that this happened, I never would have thought that he would have done something like this, to me. What pathetic excuse of a father," you kicked at the loose cement on top of the roof and turned you back to him.

"Maybe you can join us," Red Robin offered. He knew that you could take care of yourself against even someone like him. You had the skills, the knowledge, he was sure you had the brains for it too. Not to mention that he found you absolutely stunning. As much as his gut told him not to trust you, he couldn't help but wanting to get to know you more.

From the way that you held your self to the anger in your voice at your family, Tim couldn't get the thought of you our of his head. It was him that insisted to Batman that they needed to investigate more about what had really happened that night. You had sounded so truthful when he brought you in that he had to believe that what you were saying was true.

"I know you don't want to go back to your father, but maybe Batman will take you in as one of his own," He continued. You were shocked by the offer - but you couldn't say you weren't tempted by it either. That was what you truly wanted: someone to take you in that actually cared and help to take your father down. You would get both with Batman.

"There's nothing I would want more," You admitted to him. It was a lie - there was something you would like more and that was to know who he was. Red Robin seemed like a kind soul that genuinely cared about people. You wanted to get to know the person behind the mask too.

"I'll see what I can do," Red Robin stuck his hand out for you to shake, which you had accepted. As you let go, he jumped up on the ledge of the roof. The night was dark, but that didn’t stop him from seeing the bright smile that covered your face. Joining him? That was a dream come true. 

"Thank you," you stopped him. "For believing in me. I haven't had someone do that in a long time."

She had received a call from the DEO while you were still having breakfast. You were trying to convince her to take you to the office since you had heard somewhere she was working on some old project involving nanotechnology you didn't want to miss it. She refused at first, not wanting you to miss school, but you complained saying the educational system in the country didn't work for you and you could learn more in her lab. Lena almost gave up as you displayed a pout she was sure Kara had taught you, even though she had denied it. But Lena didn't have time to yield at your adorable face when the sound of several explosions around the city made her stop dead in her tracks.

"Mom!" You shouted and ran towards her as the blast of a close explosion shattered the kitchen windows.

Lena barely had time to notice she was standing in the DEO bullpen with you by her side and it took her another moment to shake off her initial stupor.

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" She turned quickly to look at you.

"I'm fine, mom." You said and turned your head to look around. "But what is going on?"

The whole department was already on the move, Alex and Winn were over the control room, giving orders and mobilizing unities around the city.

"Let's find out, sweetheart." Lena said as she moved towards the control room with you closely following her every step. "Alex?"

Alex seemed to be on edge, looking at the DEO screens and talking with someone over her comms, but she turned at the sound of her voice. "Oh, thank god you're here. I was about to call you. Are you okay?"

After assuring her you both were fine, Alex didn't waste any time and explained briefly that a threat from an unknown source had been made public. Winn displayed a video on his screen. Somebody, wearing a golden mask over their face and with a distorted voice, called upon the citizens in National City, they who let the city get infected for too long with the alien disease that put in danger the human existence. They proclaimed a bomb that would destroy the whole city had been placed in the hopes people would learn from their mistakes. Lena heard you said you recognized them as a Lost Son of Liberty.

Kara and Alex had told you about them when you joined the DEO and they were finally able talk to you about their jobs. Lena recognized them too, although she had knew them as the Sons of liberty and meet their number one fan. It had been a long time ago, before you had been even born. But even when the organization had been dismantled, those who still believed on that hateful speech were lurking in the shadows, not with the strength or numbers fear had given them before but a few they were still around and their message was clear. They wanted the city destroyed.

"...like the gardener, we will burn the field infested by briers and thorns, and false gods, so it will be healed and made anew-" The voice claimed solemnly.

"After the video was over seven bombs went off around the city." Winn stopped the video and showed a map of the city instead, marking the points where an explosion had been registered.  

Lena and you watched in horror as one by one the points appeared on the screen. Those were locations Lena knew by heart as they were all schools, clinics and shelters with a large majority of alien population. Lena had organized and attended several charity events to help them and you had volunteered at some of them during summer.

"How can we help?" You asked. The determination in your voice, the serious expression in your face and the concern in your eyes, it all seemed to Lena like you had grown a little bit older.    

Alex then continued to explain they had reason to believe they were hiding a much bigger bomb around the city. The destruction of those locations had been only to instigate chaos. If the Lost Sons of Liberty wanted to destroy the city, they would do it one way or another.  

So their action plan was simple. Winn showed you another city map divided into several quadrants. They were trying to scan those areas as fast as possible with the help of J'onn and Supergirl to search for the bomb, as James and Maggie were already aiding the police department, keeping people from hurting each other on their own panic.  

Lena teamed up with Winn in the control room, exploring every possible plan they could fathom to keep the people and the city safe. Finding the bomb before it exploded was first on the list and you were needed to help with that. You went to suit up and appeared a minute later, ready to go out.

"(Y/N), Kara and J'onn are done with these areas but we need a hand to do it faster." Winn explained.  

"Alright. Do we know how much time we have?"

"No." Alex said plainly as she handed you your ear comms. "We don't have any clues as to when the bomb will go off so we need you to search as best as you can. Once you find it, we will be guiding you so you can dismantle it safely."

"Okay." You said trying not to let your worry show at the idea.

"Remember we're here looking for it too. If anything happens, you won't be alone out there." Lena reassured you.

"Don't worry, tootsie-wootsie." Said Winn with a grin. "We got your back."

Lena saw you take a deep breath and smile shyly at the silly nickname Winn had been using for you since you were a baby. She smiled too as she wrapped her arms around you and placed a kiss your forehead. "We got you, sweetheart." "I know, mom."  Your mom's words helped you regain confidence and you took a moment before disappearing within an aura of energy, knowing she would be there with you whatever happened like she always did.

If only she had known that was the last time she would get to see you, she would have held you tighter and never let go.

Lena put herself on sentinel mood the second you left the building, rushing towards the panels and screens. Winn and the rest of the team were scanning the whole city in search of any clue that could lead to the bomb's location. She put herself to work too, pulling her own resources to speed up the search and following your every move around the city. She watched you on radar, passing from section to section in the blink of an eye.

However, as the minutes passed, Lena realized they had a ratter complicated task at hand. The Lost Sons of Liberty had been cautious and smart enough to hide their tracks that it was taking all of their efforts. This was a race against time and they had to be faster and smarter, and as it turned out, you were the fastest.

"Guys?" Your voice came over the comms.

"(Y/N)" Lena responded immediately, stopping everything she was doing at the sound of your voice. She looked for you on the radar but your signal was gone. "Where are you?"

Alex got closer to the screens. "We can't see you on the radar. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm downtown, uh, underground." Lena thought you started to sound tired. "I think...I think I found it."

"What exactly did you find?" Lena asked.

The bomb exploded about 1600 feet below sea-level across the Pacific Ocean. After the moment of detonation followed a shock wave of whitened sea water of approximately 800 feet in height. No damage was reported near any city or coast as the blast occurred at a distance beyond the reach of the 20-kiloton nuclear bomb, the report read.

"Lena?" She heard Kara's voice call her from her home office's door. "It is time."

Lena raised her head and nodded slowly. She stepped out of her chair, leaving the files reports above her desk with one last glance. No damage but one casualty, Lena thought with unshed tears.