#luthor reader

“You told me you stopped investigating me!”

“I did.”

“You did? Then what is this?!”

“I understand how you can think all this is about you. But, in fact, it's about me-”

“More lies!”

The illuminated screens around the room, beacons of betrayal in pitch-black, glitched at the sheer force of Clark shoving your brother into the wall. Lex’s face contorted in pain. Clark dropped his palms, fingers flexing, huffing in sheer rage as he stormed around the lair in circles, seeing himself everywhere. Precious pieces of his life, proof that Lex was so close to uncovering his secret, turned him purple in the face. 

Lex groaned and slumped against the wall.“There's so much of my own life I can't explain. I've survived countless brushes with death, and it all started with this car crash!” Lex entreated, “If I'm guilty of anything, it's that I've inherited my father's eccentric curiosity for the unexplained!”

You cringed. The concept of Lex twisting his own guilt into some kind of cloaked strength, as he always has, painting himself as some knight in battered armor, doing what’s right even if it isn’t best… that was his game. He was so good at it that he had everyone fooled. Even you. You hated how you trusted him, and how you understood his desire to be loved. You had it, too. It’s impossible to stand against it sometimes. But this was an entirely different level of deception, and it proved that the Lex you knew as a kid must have died long ago. This was a selfishness you could never fathom. Yet here you were anyway, the bait between two men seething over it. 

You had to consider what would be the cost of coming clean. Of telling Lex what Clark never could, but confided in you, out of love and intimacy. You knew that Lex cared for him once, before this obsession controlled him. What would the consequence be to tell your only brother that his best friend never trusted him? That he was the worse Luthor? Would it fix anything, or make him stop? And would Clark lose his trust in you, which was so precariously procured to begin with? Would they both turn on you?

Clark whipped around, chest heaving and eyes dark. “You've inherited his dishonesty.”

A red bruise started to turn on Lex’s neck where Clark’s alien thumbs gripped the skin. A shaky palm came up to rub the marks as he pushed off the wall and snapped, “Clark, look me in the eye and tell me you don't have any hidden places of your own where you keep your deep, dark secrets.”

You couldn’t speak up now. You’d lose them both, and you knew it. It wasn’t your choice anyway. Only Clark knew what was best.

A silence fell, and Clark’s twitching jaw stilled. His hand brushed across a screen, grazing a photograph of him at fourteen. Not knowing what was ahead of him, or who he was. So innocent and forever perverted in this twisted, voyeuristic room in the house of his closest friend and his lover. 

“Ever since I've met you, I've been defending you, making excuses for you to people like Pete, like my parents. Telling them, "You can trust Lex Luthor. He's a good guy. He's nothing like his father." I was wrong.”

You shivered in the corner, shrouded in darkness, only your silhouette outlined by a shifting image of Clark and his parents. The thing Lex never had. Then, Clark’s eyes sunk into your skin like claws. 

“Did you know?”

Tears flooded your eyes. Being inside this room, submerged in your brother’s psychosis, sowed the seeds of helplessness which were born into your bones, being the only surviving female Luthor, and the only one who kept this small world stitched together. You were trapped inside a chamber which sat just beneath your bedroom, unknowingly the single thread to sever you from Clark forever.

“No,” you whispered, though the words felt as though they ripped through your throat in a scream. “I didn’t– Lex never– I don’t have all the keys, and there’s so many rooms I still can’t go in, even Dad won’t let me–”

Clark spat. “Did you know?”

Your heart sunk to the soles of your feet. He didn’t believe you. 

Clark always believed you. 

“No, I didn’t, I swear! I would’ve never let him do this if I knew! Clark, please,” you begged, taking a step closer to curl your fingers around his wrist. 

Clark tore himself back as if you were kryptonite in the flesh. A scowl crossed his so-often-soft expression towards you. “Don't touch me.”

A soft sob escaped you. “Clark!”

“You knew he was still watching me. I bet he used you to find things out about me, didn’t he? What did you tell him?”

“Nothing! What’s there to tell?” You croaked, and you knew your allegiance to his lie fell on deaf ears. No repentant attempt at trying to prove you weren’t a mole could save this. “Clark, you know I’d never do anything to hurt you! I love you!”

“You used me,” he lamented, “You both used me.”

You saw words flashing in what blue was left in his eyes. You could only imagine what he was thinking. Something like, You’re just like Lex. You’re just like your father. I could never love a Luthor. I could never love you.

He booked it toward the door like a bull in a china shop, a stray blow landing on Lex’s shoulder, knocking him back again. You flinched and stepped back, and Clark paused, looking at you. His anger paled. You thought he might hurt you, didn’t you? You were afraid of him. And he gave you every reason to be.

He knew where you stood in this family. Before he ever realized how his heart clung to yours, you told him how Lionel sent you to different schools. Your father kept you from Lex and the graces of Luthorian life which would’ve afforded you deep connection, or any honest, familial integrity. A healthy childhood. A full life. But the Luthors weren’t a family, they were a dynasty. They were a capital-hungry, greed-seeking, violence-starved conglomerate who used their own as bait to seize powers which would never be theirs, the chase of which apocalyptically destroyed them every time. 

You never shared in that ambition. You abhorred your name. You shrunk under the scrutinizing glares of the world who watched you from infancy, who picked apart your appearance and interests, called you the black sheep, made you the freak-child of the family. Turned your grades over to the public to expose your experimental theses in occult literature and called you a ‘bewitched tycoon’. Splattered the images from your twenty-first birthday on the front page of the Inquisitor, private photographs taken on Lex’s cell phone of you at your worst and most inebriated, so people could point and laugh. Photos which he sold to ensure a crucial design for him at the time: he asked for your allegiance in tracking Clark via your relationship, the likes of which you refused. After that stunt he pulled where he had that reporter tail Clark, you knew you had to force him. You had berated him into swearing he’d give up his crusade upon the Kents. He sold your photos out of spite, had the reporter who made the deal thrown into Belle Reve, and you found out the truth at Chloe’s deskside. Lex clearly did not live up to his promise, and he would sacrifice you to get what he wanted. You knew that now, like you hadn’t before.

Part of you wanted to call for security and get Lex help. It looked like Clark had broken his shoulder. He never did have a good enough handle on things when he was upset. But the sickness churning inside you, sour and vile as a breaking green wave, made you turn on your heels and chase after the only family you had. For all you know, Lex would credit you with this freakish Kent shrine. You were Clark’s girlfriend, after all. You could be a crazy ex with just a little fancy footwork. But the man you loved was about to expel you from his arms forever, and if that happened, you’d have nowhere to go. You certainly wouldn’t stay here, not after this. So you ran, crying out down the hall in choked sobs. 

“Clark! Clark, Please! Please-”

“Don’t,” he snapped, just as his hand jerked the front doors open. “Just… I need time.”

And he was gone. You just stood there, shaking, tears spilling into your hands. You didn’t make note of how long. At some point, Lex tried to leave a comforting pat on your shoulder, but you shrieked and ripped yourself from him, swearing some kind of threat upon his life you’d never mean. And you stayed there when he left, when the mansion security deserted you, and you wondered why it was you who had to suffer this kind of loss. Whatever loss Lex felt was bad, but it wasn’t yours. He had Dad even in his cruelty. He had a home he could count on. Still it wasn't enough. 

His obsession with Clark made him a monster. Your love for him made you a victim.

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Clark was afraid of you when he first laid eyes on how you walked into the room. The grandiosity of pushing both doors wide, parting the seas for yourself, so customized to the power you wielded in just a heel alone; Lex stormed, you floated. You had a sensitivity to your surroundings. The door handle never left your palm. You scoped the room instead of beelining for something to get your hands on. And most importantly, you said hello. 

You had the grace, regality, and tone of a Luthor, which Clark had learned to take at face value. There was something about you folk that was so disarming at first, and he learned the hard way that he had to silence his instinctive trust before he made a real opinion on another. He watched you skeptically as you came into Lex’s study, in a sweater that felt less Smallville-Christmas and more skiing-in-the-Swiss-Alps. Your hair still had flecks of snow scattered in it, like powdered sugar on your head, and the backpack hanging off your shoulder– leather, and probably more expensive than Mrs. Kent's wedding ring–  slipped to your palm as you gracefully placed it on the floor. 

“Look who it is,” Lex chirped, eyes roving up from the shot he was about to land in his and Clark’s game of pool, but never moving. He’d sink it moments later. “Clark, meet my baby sister.”

When you saw Clark, you had no fear at all. Something about his presence had a buzz to it, a droning stillness that sucked the anxiety out of a room. There was no feeling but peace when Clark was nearby. You’d soon discover you were not the only one who felt it. 

“Hi,” you extended your hand, pulling off a glove to reveal smooth, black-polished nails. “Nice to meet a friend of Lex’s.”

Clark shook it like it was a test. “Hi.” 

“Baby sis here is gonna be moving back home– isn’t that right, Fuzz?”

Your cheeks flushed a bit, stomach twisting. 

Clark tilted his head. “Fuzz?”

“...Fuzzy. Like a black sheep,” you muttered. 

“You don’t look all that odd to me.”

Very carefully, like you had decided against all odds, you smiled. “Well, you don’t know me yet, do you?”

It was then that Clark knew he was in trouble. To this day, he can’t tell you why. He just got a feeling. It sent a chill down his spine, in more ways than one.

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When you told Clark you loved him, he was more afraid than the day he met you. 

“It’s dangerous,” he warned, his hands defying the nice-guy decree to slip under your skirt. 

“You’re the least dangerous guy I know,” you panted, neck tilting back to make a wider path for his lips. 

You’d kept your hands off him for so long. Lex ordered you to. But it had been nearly eight months of this– lingering glances, brushing knuckles, laughing too loud at jokes. Spending the nights when it was all too much on his bed, with him on the couch. His mother cooking you meals. His best friends taking you under their wing. Three times Lex almost got you killed, and Clark miraculously pulled you from the edge with a second to spare. You wanted this so badly. You wanted something real. Just one person who made it feel like there was enough air to breathe. His air, in fact, was plentiful, and you took half in while the rest ghosted over your throat.

“That’s not true,” Clark swore. “There’s things you don’t know about me.”

Your hands pushed his flat to your thighs, halting their rise, and you took a shaky breath, gathering yourself. 

“Then tell me whatever it is. I can handle it,” you insisted. “We… we can’t… do this if you’re not completely honest with me, Clark. I refuse to let you take something I can’t take back.”

Clark rested his forehead to yours. “I know. I know. I’m sorry. I usually don’t do this, I just…”

Your eyes flitted over his face cautiously, watching every minute twitch. He was fighting himself. 

“I don’t either,” you whispered, “But Clark, I think I’m in love with you. I– no, I know I’m in love with you. And I need you to trust me.”

You’d never felt hands so soft, not even his. This was a whole new piece of him which he clearly never allowed himself to share. His thumbs traced the spot where your cheeks hollowed when he opened the hinge of your jaw. You were given a kiss so soft it made mush of your insides. 

“I love you, too,” he confessed, “I’ll tell you. Promise you won’t get scared, and I’ll tell you everything.”

“You know I’m not afraid of you, Clark. What are you hiding?” You hummed, wiping the smeared lipstick from the corner of your mouth. “Well, I’m not… I’m not from around here.”

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The day Clark found out that Lex had been spying on him (the first time), he came to you with trembling hands. 

“He swore he stopped looking into me. Did he ever mention anything to you?”

You frowned, massaging the stress headache you felt already on the move. “No. Fuck, I told him to leave you alone. He said he would.”

“He had a reporter on my tail.”

You groaned in mortification, gazing up at him like it was your own fault. “I’m sorry. I’ll talk to him. I– I don’t know why he’s doing this.” 

The difference was, he wasn’t angry then. 

“It’s okay, honey. I just figured if maybe you saw something out of the ordinary, I could jog your memory,” he sighed softly, brushing some hair back from your face. “But I guess you know that pretty little head well enough, huh?”

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You wouldn’t have come to the barn if Clark hadn’t called. 

It’s been almost two weeks since Clark discovered Lex’s secret chamber. Eleven days, twenty hours, and fourteen minutes exactly. You counted the fifteenth as you stood outside the Kent Farm barn, debating whether or not you should step inside. If this was your last moment with Clark, you weren't sure you could handle the confrontation. 

He called you earlier that morning, asking if he woke you from sleep, which he didn’t, because you hadn’t slept since he burst out of your house. 

“I want to see you,” he said. “Talk about… what happened.”

“You do?” you asked, because you figured he would never speak to you again, and you were going to allow it. You knew Clark didn’t respond to constant badgering, and certainly not begging. Clark made his own terms. 

“Yes. Just… come by tonight. To the barn. I’ll wait up for you.”

Very slowly, you pushed the barn door open, eliciting a loud creak that gave you away on the spot. Clark’s head peeked over the banister overlooking the whole structure from the loft, his original Fortress. You gazed up, face a bit sullen and eyes greyer than ever. The long peacoat, a barely-worn Christmas gift, something from a New York boutique, felt so out of place in a world of warmth like his. Almost as out of place as you. 

Clark came down the steps gently, as if he knew you’d spook at the first sign of anger. He was wearing a flannel you’d bought him from your first trip to the secondhand store. As corny as it sounds, you truly hadn’t been to one. Your father raised you in Ralph Lauren dresses. It was green, a color he never wears. You told him it looked like it glowed against his silk-brown hair. 

“Hi.” He spoke in a breath.

He was how you remembered him, and you felt so useless for thinking it. Could you really not go two weeks without seeing a man? Everything you taught yourself, the self-sufficiency, the feminism to combat your patriarchal cage, it all begged you not to fall at his feet and kiss them. But this wasn’t just any man. This was the one person who made you feel wanted in the whole universe. And these days alone, without him… 

“Hi,” you whispered. 

Clark’s eyes fell on you with instant guilt. You were disheveled. You never had a hair out of place, but here you stood, tresses uncombed and mascara smudged from your eye to your temple, like you dragged yourself across a pillow. Like tears had caused the migration. You weren't yourself, whom he loved so much. 

“How are you?” He frowned. 

You couldn’t muster an answer. You were too close to tears. 

Clark stepped a bit closer, and you stared at the floor, seeing how the loose hay was smothered beneath your shoes. Pinned under your foot. Is that how he felt, loving a Luthor? 

“I…” 

Without looking up, your voice moaned low, like a ghost. “I’m so sorry.”

His hands were so soft, just like the first time, when they reached out to lift your face. He found nothing but waterfalls in the path his thumbs took across your cheeks. 

“I’m the one who’s sorry,” he murmured. “I let myself be so consumed by the way Lex made me feel that I lashed out on you. You didn’t deserve that.”

“He’s my family,” you winced, “I know you don’t trust me anymore. I expected it. It’s in my blood.”

Clark might have cried if he wasn’t so intent on making you keep your eyes on him. “You know that’s not true. You’re nothing like them. I didn’t mean the things I said, baby, the way I accused you… I’ve never felt rage like that before… I didn’t mean it at all. Please, honey, look at me,” 

“I swear I didn’t know… I swear I didn’t!”

You disassembled into a quiet fit, not knowing what else to do. The caution of his touch wasn’t yet enough to prove that he didn’t want you. You’d convinced yourself you lost him the second he pulled away from you at the mansion, like you’d infect him with that hungry touch of your brother. But he hadn't recoiled yet. He combed your knotted hair from your face, trying to work one out with his finger. A step closer. His flannel greener. 

“I know. I never should’ve lost my temper on you. I’m so sorry, I’ll be sorry for the rest of my life.”

You leaned forward and planted your forehead on the mass of his chest, leaning against him like he was a wall. You sobbed as he got the knots out of your hair, clutching the old fabric like a lifeline. When breath came sparse, his hands finally smoothed down your back, and he drew you in the last few inches. “Shh. Breathe. You’re not breathing.”

“I broke it all!” You blurted, throat raw with anger and remorse. “I took a bat to everything– all the columns and the photos and the files, I deleted them, and I ripped all the wires, and I took his Kryptonite and I broke it all and I took the drives, he has nothing, nothing, I promise, I protected you!”

His lungs pressed tight as you rambled, trying to tell him every ounce of destruction you rendered inside that cold house. “Baby, why would you do that? They’ll be so angry, you could put yourself in serious danger!” he grimaced. 

You lifted your head, a helpless spark in your eye. Wiping harshly at your skin, furthering the shadows, you shattered at the potential consequences. “I don’t care! He lied to me, he lied to you, he would have used me without knowing it if I let him keep it all. They can’t have you, I won’t let them, they can kill me for all I care!”

There were moments he saw the Luthor in you. Your intellect, your short smile. The ferocity and passion with which you protected what was yours. He was seeing it now. But the difference was, where Lex’s roar came from a place without love, yours rumbled through it, louder for it. You possessed a love so deep that even Clark, even Mr. Morally Upstanding, could excuse such a sacrifice. A few broken screens was nothing, as long as you still loved him. 

He watched as you rocked back and forth on your feet, half-turning, half-returning, not knowing what to do with yourself. You were so angry you were starting to look like him. 

“Baby,” he entreated, “Honey, stop. Stop. C’mere.” He reached for you, pulling you by the belt of your coat. “Calm down. I’m not angry.”

“I’m sorry,”

“Don’t be sorry. You protected me,” he melted, slipping his arms under yours. He pressed his words into the space of your neck. “I made this mess and you cleaned it up. I should be thanking you.”

It was enough to kill you, truly. You clung to him, just in case, and having cried yourself dry, your throat bobbed in phantoms. “I’d do anything for you, Clark. I won’t ever let Lex get that close again. I mean it.” 

“To you, or to me?” 

You shivered softly. Clark might’ve wondered why you looked like a wreck, but it was no mystery to Lionel or Lex Luthor, or the mansion staff. After you smashed Lex’s toys, you packed up every last piece of your life and shoved it in a rental car, and you moved yourself into the Smallville Inn. You paid for everything on a separate card which, since eighteen, you’d been siphoning money out of your trust fund to. Lionel probably knew now, but it didn’t matter. That money was yours at eighteen, and it’s yours now, even if lying about it was wrong. And you’ll use it ‘til it’s gone. 

“Both. I left.”

Clark pulled back in shock. “What do you mean, you left?”

“I took my shit and left.”

“Where have you been staying?”

“The inn,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

Clark had rarely looked at you like you’d accomplished something he didn’t think you capable of. He felt you could do anything, and when you did, he was pleasantly proven right. But he never quite entertained the thought that you’d take your last name out of the game entirely. He clutched your hands and exhaled, “Baby…”

“It’s fine. They know not to follow me. At least, not for now.”

“You should’ve called me.”

“I didn’t think you’d answer.”

He couldn’t take the look that crossed you then. How could he hurt you so bad?

Clark curled around you like a snake and muttered a thousand apologies, speckled millions of kisses, passed his hands ceaselessly through your greasy hair, begging you to forgive him, promising he’d never talk to you like that, treat you that way, ever again. And you cried and caressed him right back, swearing ‘til the day you died that nobody in his family would ever betray you again, they’d never come close enough to call his name, and that you would do everything in your power to be the girl he loves, not the Luthor princess you’re expected to be. 

“I don’t know how you could love me after what I did.”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you rasped.

Clark swayed you on your feet for a moment, relieved at the familiar shape of you against him. He would never jeopardize losing what mattered most to him again. These days without you were the reminder that life without you in it was simply unacceptable.

“Stay here,” he whispered. “With me. I’ll get your stuff. I can protect you.”

“Clark–”  

“I love you,” he urged, “And I won’t lose you again. Just stay. Forever.”

Forever. For him, that meant longer than the human life span, but for you… it really was forever. And you’d give it to him without hesitation. Being a Luthor might have terrified you in the way of knowing how close you held your enemies, but it also afforded you the wisdom to know that nothing fake can last. Your father, your brother, everything they ever swore to you was false, and they wouldn’t live to see you trust them again. To trick you, to lie, was to forfeit keeping you. But Clark’s refusal of you, that wasn’t a lie. If he said he lost love, then it would’ve been. But to distance himself was an honest moment of anger and confusion. True to the man he is- so as not to hurt you more, he kept his distance until he could treat you right. That honesty is the only reason you could stand here now, and trust his promise. You’d sacrifice forever for something as real as that. You’d never find it anywhere else.

So, what was the harm in giving him forever? It was a good investment. As a Luthor, you would know. 

“Okay.”

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“Thanks for having me...” She mumbled, she didn't really know what to do in a situation like this, too many cardigans and loose, casual sweaters than she's used to but she saw Lena and felt some calm... She knew Kara. “Of course, a friend of Kara is a friend of mine!” The Alpha smiled widely and (name) was rigid, out of the Luthor siblings she was the most awkward one... Only really animated at clubs and parties where she didn't have to hear people and their thoughts on her.

“(Name), you came!” It was obvious the Luthors weren't... Touchy people based on the greeting, a quick kiss on the cheek, barely any touching “yeah, my plans fell through” (name) said with an almost annoyed tone but Kara knew her better, she was just... Uncomfortable.

There were at least twenty people here, (name) sitting in a corner with a glass of wine while everyone avoided her, they liked Lena but (name)? She was more like Lex in the eyes of the media and without her sister nearby to make her seem less like a bitch to others, she was per usual alone.

But it was fine, she was the president of the secret losers club after all.

And there were so many reporters here... Lois Lane, Jimmy Olsen... And Clark Kent, hell this was his apartment! The daily planet loved to make her look terrible, like some dumb party girl who had no understanding of anything! “You alright here, you look like you're trying to make that coaster explode with your mind” a voice asked and (name) snapped her attention to the voice in question “I have been told I have a really bad case of resting bitch face” she said with a small huff, looking at Clark with hesitation “you enjoying yourself? You look like you're trying to hide in the wallpaper” he teased and the Omega fidgeted with her manicured nails slightly.

“If you haven't noticed the fact that everyone is avoiding me like the plague, I should assume you're blind” she seemed unphased “and Besides, I'm in dangerous territory... The press and I don't have a good history” she said softly and kept her words vague, not wanting or trusting the Alpha in question who hummed “I don't blame you, I know Lois has written some scathing things about you and your family” Lois in particular was avoiding her.

The beta never expected to actually be in a setting like this with (name), sure she saw her at Gala events when reporting but something like this? She wrote vicious things about the omega, things that made (name) look like a shallow bitch.

“It's fine, I'm used to it” she said simply and honestly was waiting to do an Irish goodbye to this party, no one wanted her here, Kara inviting her was probably out of pity since the blonde was dating her sister who (name) cursed mentally for being busy. “That's not fair to you” Clark said simply “you seem to actually want to do better than Lex but because you dress flashy and like having fun you get demonized... Everyone just assumes”

“Like you did... I saw the article” she mumbled and finished her drink before standing “thanks for inviting me but I don't need a reporter fishing for info” she said bluntly and grabbed her purse to leave and Kara turned to look at her “where are you going?”

“Everyone here is treating me like I'm a parasite, I'm simply removing myself” she said bluntly and left, Clark not wanting the youngest Luthor to leave but he didn't know what to do but Kara looked upset, she introduced (name) to everyone and tried to include her but everyone else seemed to already make up their minds about her. She knew (name) didn't have friends, who would want to befriend a Luthor?

When (name) got home, she paid the nanny and walked to her nephew's room where the young boy slept peacefully, the one good thing she felt she did was save the science project her brother made, keeping Conner Luthor safe. She was horrified at what her brother did, stealing Superman's DNA for some sick Fantasy or whatever he was doing to get his rocks off, the issue was she didn't really know how to handle a Kryptonian baby.

Especially with the flight thing.

Her Nanny had to sign many MANY NDAs and was paid a sizable paycheck.

“I heard... You have super hearing...” (Name) Stood on her balcony and spoke hesitantly “I... I need your help, god this is stupid-- my brother did something super fucked up and you're literally the only person who can help, if you hear this I beg that you come here and see for yourself” she wasn't expecting anything, why would superman come see the sister of the person who both tried to fuck him and kill him.

Turning, she went to change into her pajamas when she heard a flutter and turned to see a red cape “Holy shit” she mumbled and looked at Superman himself “you called?” He asked kindly and (name) seemed stunned before composing herself “I need to tell you something, please promise to not get mad-- I had no part in the process I just am trying to fix my brother's terrible actions--” “Whoa, calm down” he laughed a bit and landed carefully on the balcony “come in, it's not safe to talk out here” she said softly and Superman followed “my brother... He stole your DNA and.. made a clone of you and him, a weird creepy love child but he's a really good kid and I sort of took him in when Lex got arrested, I found the kid in a secret part of his place”

The hero seemed stunned and followed (name) to a bedroom “he's kind of.. your son? I don't know, I just know he can fly and lift the couch with one hand and you're the only person I know who can help” she seemed so stressed and Clark now knew why she didn't go clubbing or was rarely seen in public.

She was stepping up as an aunt and trying to help this child.

His son.

“As far as the world knows, he has no powers... He's just a kid-- I even pretended I was pregnant and stuff” anything to make the kid seem normal, she wanted him to have a life she was robbed of.

“He's four, he loves sugary cereal and super Heroes... You're his favorite because you're just like him” she said softly and looked at the alpha softly, the scent of a distressed Omega evident, she didn't know what he was thinking, he was silent this whole time.

And she couldn't help but take in his features, he looked... He looked familiar.

“Holy shit... Clark?” She said with wide eyes and Clark seemed to snap from his thoughts “How- what? Nah, I'm not Clark” she rolled her eyes at his shit deflection and shrugged “secrets safe, don't worry... Besides those glasses are a terrible disguise” she said simply, Clark forgetting she's just as smart as her brother, if not smarter. The two returned to the livingroom and (name) handed him a water bottle before sitting down beside him “so..” she mumbled and Clark sighed “I want to be in his life, I don't care how he was made... He's my son sort of” he didn't know the specifics and (name) hummed “so like... A co-parenting thing?” She asked softly and Clark nodded “I'm fine with that if you are” he said softly and (name) hummed.

“I have some rules”

“Name them”

“I don't want... I don't want him to go fighting crime-- not until he's older” much older, she saw the shit that dark Knight guy did with his sidekicks, an eight year old fighting crime? Hell nah.

“Deal, what else?”

“He has a schedule, we follow that schedule to a T... He's your son yes but he's my responsibility, I'm his legal guardian” she said seriously “so no midnight space flights or whatever”

“Anything else?”

“I don't... I don't want him knowing how he was made, not for a while... Until he's older” seeing her in this light was strange, vulnerable and mild.

“Mama...” (Name) Looked up to see a sleepy pup, little Conner holding his toy dog and rubbing his eye sleepily “hey sweet pea, what are you doing up?” Oh this was even stranger, going into mom mode for the boy. “Is that Superman?” he asked softly and Clark could see how that was his kid.

A spitting image of him with Lex mixed in, it was surreal.

“Sweety... I got something important to tell you” lifting the boy up, she brought him to the hero and Clark looked at the little pup in awe “this is Superman... He's your dad” she explained and Conner looked confused and stared up at the hero “you kissed my mom?” He asked incredulously, and Clark smiled “something like that” he mumbled and Conner reached out to be held by his newfound dad “something like that” Clark mumbled, looking at the boy with such soft eyes. He wasn't even mad that (name) kept the boy a secret, clearly hiding him for a while as the boy's existence and the timeline of her stepping away from the lights matched perfectly, Lois always complaining on why she vanished.

“She's single” the boy said bluntly and (name)s eyes widened at this “Conner, we spoke about this” she said sharply and the little one huffed “can he read me a story?” Changing the subject and (name) stared the boy down “you can ask him, can't you?” The boy seemed to match her energy perfectly, looking at the hero with big blue eyes “can you read to me?”

“Sure, I would love too”

Clark read to the boy, giving (name) time to change into pajamas and less club ready, no makeup and in time to kiss the boy's head before he fell asleep.

“Sorry for not coming to you sooner, I didn't know what to do” Clark looked at her softly and the Omega was clearly awkward “you're welcome here whenever, just let me know if you take him out” she wrote her number on a note pad and handed it to him.

“He has tutoring Monday to Friday from 10 to 3 and he is learning martial arts on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 4 to 5 30” she explained and Clark smiled “that leaves weekends open?”

“Yep”

The first place Clark went was his parents, explaining the situation and his mom seemed excited to know she had a grandbaby “(name) seems hell-bent on him having a normal life but she doesn't really have anyone in her corner... Her sister is busy and I don't think she knows about the kid” the Kent's seemed to know how that felt, they raised Clark without any guidance, how do you raise an alien baby?

“Bring them by, let her know she has a place to go” Martha said softly and Clark smiled softly “you're gonna love them, She's a bit rough around the edges but she loves that kid”

(Name) Was quiet when brought to a small farmhouse in Smallville, she hadn't been here since her brother took over the fertilizer plant years ago. She tried to dress toned down, still dressed way out of place but she looked a little less party girl in her black turtleneck tight sweater and miniskirt, expensive heels on her feet. She didn't mention how being carried by Clark while holding Conner, flying from Metropolis. He was strong to say the least.

She had expensive treats that Clark was insistent on carrying, wanting to be polite to her and (name) looked at him suspicious but let him, the woman setting the four year old down “it's a pleasure to meet you, (name)” Martha smiled and John gave a kind wave to her “thank you, it's nice to meet you too... Conner these are your...” She wasn't sure how to introduce them “grandparents” John smiled, eyes crinkling at the boys curious gaze “it's a pleasure to meet you, conner” he smiled and crouched to the boys level “we have some treats inside, fresh chocolate chip cookies” Martha smiled at him and the boy looked back to (name) who nodded. The boy took his grandpa's hand and followed him inside for cookies and treats.

“I brought you things” (name) bluntly handed her the luxury treats and an expensive perfume, she had no experience in things like this and sort of panicked. She read online that gifts were good, these gifts were good right?! “These are very sweet, thank you” Martha seemed to sense the woman's pure anxiety, clearly she wasn't used to this kindness.

“Why don't we go in and make sure John hasn't turned the boy into a little piglet” she joked and (name) followed awkwardly, the house was warm and inviting... Lived in and smelt like safety and kind memories. She wanted this for Conner.

She just didn't know how to make this for him.

“Raising a super baby isn't easy, when Clark was a little one he was a handful-- did you know once he lifted the tractor? Tried to learn juggling and thought that was the best thing to practice with” Martha teased and (name) cracked a tiny smile “Conner lives lifting the furniture in the livingroom, our couch can be taken apart and he lives to make forts with them” she said fondly “I told him as long as they are back together within an hour it's fine” she sometimes helped him make them more comfortable, giving the boy her blankets and a few of her nesting items. The Alpha and beta couple saw how lovingly she looked at the boy who was playing with Clark's old toys, not interested in the adult conversation at all “we're glad you reached out, it's hard raising a child alone and one who can shoot lasers from his eyes is even more difficult”

“He's going to do what” (name) looked stunned at this, the woman didn't really keep up with Superman or any of that “oh hun, that boy has a bag of mysteries for powers” (name) slowly blinked and looked to Clark “if he sets my house on fire im kicking your ass” she hissed and Clark smiled softly “fair enough”

The three stayed the rest of the day while Conner got to play with cows and hang out with his grandparents while (name) sat at the steps of the house, watching fondly while Clark sat beside her “you didn't have to go this far” she said softly and Clark smiled “I know but... It's better to not do it alone, right? If anyone knows how to raise an alien baby it's my parents” he explained and (name) smiled softly “he's never left metropolis, I'm happy he gets to see new things”

“You're doing good, you know that right?” Clark looked at the woman who seemed to glow in the warm Kansas sun and (name) shrugged “I would give up anything for that boy, I just want him to have it better than I did” it's why she always told him she loved him and wanted him to know he was the most important person in her life.

“So I was wondering... If I got everything set up, would he be allowed to hang out at my place this weekend?” (Name) looked startled at the question, she never been without the boy for long periods of time, a few hours at most-- max was ten hours for an event.

Clark noted the omega's anxiety, she clearly was nervous about her pup being separated “hey, you're allowed to say no... You know you can say no”

“I know I can say that.” She snapped and took a breath “sorry... I have never been away from him for long... Last time was that party and before that was that gala like six months ago” she said, she didn't have much of a social life.

“Why not go out with friends?”

“I don't have any” she said softly and Clark furrowed his eyebrows “what about Kara?”

“She's nice to me because I'm her girlfriend's little sister” she said bluntly and looked forward “I don't know if you noticed but I'm not exactly the most well liked, everyone at your party treated me like I had a deadly virus” and she did, Luthor genetics.

“How about... We go see a friend and have a playdate? He has a son Connors age, a little omega pup” (name) looked curious at this “whose your friend?”

“Bruce Wayne”

Bruce Wayne hated Luthors.

Like hated.

He avoided her at any event and sometimes pretended he didn't know who she was.

“Are you fucking stupid” she said wide eyed “feed me to the wolves, why don't you”

“He agreed to have you over-”

“So he can interrogate me? Treat me like some cretin? Bruce Wayne hates me” everyone had a distain for her but Bruce couldn't stand Lex and by proxy hated (name), though like everyone... He didn't completely hate Lena.

Per usual.

“What do you mean?”

“He acts like I will poison his drink, makes snide comments and undermines any attempt at redemption from myself when I didn't do anything! I exist and I'm a monster!” She was red eyes and angry, clearly this was deeper than Clark realized.

He didn't realize that (name) suffered this much, only seeing her as a snobby party girl.

That night when everyone was sleeping, Clark called a meeting with Bruce-- not batman but Bruce.

“Why did you call this meeting?” Bruce asked while Clark walked into the manor, only given permission outside of the suits “I need your help” Clark said softly and Bruce raised an eyebrow “what do you need?”

“I have a son”

This made Bruce pause “how... When?”

Clark sighed and explained the situation and Bruce scoffed when he heard (name) was raising the boy “she's doing a good job, actually... She met my parents and everything” Bruce didn't care for the other Omega, she always seemed like she was better than others and often looked down at anyone who talked to her, Bruce hated talking to people but he could at least pull it out of his ass, as far as he was concerned she was just as bad as Lex.

Rude and arrogant.

“So, are you courting her?”

“What? No! It's more of a co-parenting thing... She didn't like me not knowing, she already got dragged when she faked pregnancy to keep Conner away from the title of Lex Luthor's son... She just wants him to be happy”

“And what do you want me to do?”

“Tims around Conner's age” Clark started and Bruce bristled, the Omega was very protective of Tim, the four year old the only other Omega in his pack, second youngest to Damien. “No way.” Bruce glared and Clark sighed “please, B? I'm begging here”

“... Fine”

The next few days, (name) was at the Kent House, her body language more relaxed and Conner was already being spoiled by his grandparents and (name) actually laughed a few times.

Knock knock.

“Oh, who could that be?” Martha mumbled curiously and when she opened the door she grinned at the Wayne kids, knowing who they were and Clark often brought the omega's kids over to get away from Gotham for a little bit. (Name) Froze when she saw Bruce, not Brucie but Bruce, hands fidgeting and trying to keep calm while ten year old dick stood beside him with that sweet smile for the Kent's, little Jason only six already gone to play with chickens while little Tim shyly clung to Bruce's legs and the buff Omega held a tiny baby in his arms.

“I didn't know you had company” Bruce lied smoothly, pretending to be embarrassed and dick immediately recognized the woman, the ten year old had the Internet after all “dad, why is a Luthor here?” And (name) was ready to leave, already dealing with the judgement from both father and son. She felt herself grow cold and rigid, the walls that the Kents tried to chip at completely reinforced. It was too coincidental, Clark mentions meeting Bruce and then suddenly he appears? Especially after she started she didn't want to meet him?

She should have known this was a set up, this was all pity, none of them actually cared... She was stupid for reaching out at all. She should have just handled this herself and called it a day, of course this is how it would go. Everyone could see the mood shift, Bruce shooting his son a look and the Kent parents looking at (name) embarrassed “I think it's time that Conner and I head home...” She said curtly, little Conner napping on the couch and the Omega gently lifted him up “thank you for having us.” She didn't look at any of them and Clark followed her out “wait...!” He chased her, who knew a woman walking in high heels could be so fast! “I should have known this was a set up, no one does things just to be nice... Let the stupid Luthor let her guard down and then kick her”

“That's not it at all, I just thought--”

“Thought what Clark? Thought that despite it being clear that everyone hated me, that it would be smart to bring the person who hates me the most?!” She snapped, eyes watery and was so tired “just... Just take me home-- I knew trusting reporters was fucking stupid”

Bruce was MORTIFIED, he was trying to do this for Clark but Dick was in an attitude filled phase “dick, go upstairs.” He pointed the boy upstairs and dick stomped up while Martha held little Damian, the babe not knowing any English but was happy to be spoken to “she was just starting to relax too...” Martha sighed, Tim out playing with Jason and the chickens, the family seeing them from the window of the living room.

“Well, it's going to be a while before she lets anyone near Connor again... She thinks this was a set up to make her look stupid” Clark mumbled when he returned and Bruce raised an eyebrow “a set up?”

“Well everyone hates her, she doesn't talk to anyone because people like to talk to the press and tell her secrets... She's all alone and she just wanted one person who she could talk to and trust!” Bruce felt like a sack of shit now, he knew what it was like to not trust anyone and to have the title that Lex left on her family name, no wonder she was cold to everyone.

"Lena?" She hear from the other side once she answered, not bothering to look at the number ID.

"What is it, Alex?" Lena recognized her voice but couldn't identify its urgency at first.

"I'm sorry I woke you up."

"Don't worry, I'm sure there's something going on so, what is it?" Lena asked hoping there would be something at least interesting to distract her mind.

"There is indeed something going on, but I need you to come to the DEO." She heard Alex sigh. "It's about (Y/N)."

At the sound of your name Lena jolted fully awake from her bed. "What about (Y/N)?"

"I would like to explain it to you, but I think it's better if you see it for yourself."

A thousand things crossed Lena's mind in that single moment and only one strong enough to set her into motion. Hope.

"I'm on my way." She finally said.

When Lena arrived, she was taken to the conference room at the DEO. Alex, Winn, J'onn and Kara were already there, looking at the screens and reading papers as if they were getting ready for a new mission. They almost didn't see her come in as she spoke.

"Lena-" Kara tried to ease the following conversation.

"What is it?" Lena asked as a manner of a salute, leaving the formalities aside.

None of them was bothered by this as they knew why had decided to come in the first place. She was a worried mother about to do the impossible to have her daughter back.

"A month ago our radars started to record certain signatures of radioactive activity." Alex started and handed Lena the file records as she took a seat near her. "We didn't put much attention to it, after the attack of the Lost Sons of Liberty we thought it may have been a glitch."

"What do you mean a glitch?" They looked at each other briefly in awkward silence as Lena passed the pages and read the reports.

"After the radioactive explosion, they were reading seconds of activity in many other locations." J'onn added.

"Yeah, it was like there were being many mini radioactive explosions everywhere." Winn continued. "I double checked the systems. It wasn't an error."

"All these places..." Lena said, still looking at the reports. "(Y/N) was in all of them at least once."

"We noticed that too." Alex turned to face Kara, encouraging to speak.

"I went to check most of them, to make sure there wasn't something out of the ordinary but in every location there was at least someone telling me they had seen some kind of-" Kara struggled to find a word for a moment. "Ghost."

"Ghost?" Lena lifted her eyes from the papers and looked straight at Kara. She flinched slightly at the intensity of Lena's stare. "Are you really telling me a bunch of strangers saw the ghost of my dead daughter?"

Lena thought it had to be some kind of sick joke. She had come to the DEO against all reason, holding some hope in her heart that there would be a kind of miracle that could erase the past weeks of longing and solitude, or at least something that could help her ease the pain of your absence. She certainly hadn't come to hear about the undead. She had enough with the traces of you at home.

"N-no, Lena, no." Kara blurted immediately. "I'm telling you the truth."

"I promise you, Miss Luthor, it is not a game for us." J'onn spoke, her voice calm and collected. Lena imagined he had pondered for a long time before revealing this to her, not wanting to bring her any more sorrow. So she listened and Kara continued.

"At first, we weren't sure about this either but after I visited one of those locations, the music shop in Warden Street, I talked to the owner. He said he was so excited he had finally caught a poltergeist on camera and then showed me his security cameras. Winn, could you?"

"Yes, right." Winn pulled his laptop from the table and after a few seconds the screens in the conference room were on and displaying the security footage from inside the shop.

Lena's eyebrows were going up slowly as she watched second by second the images on the screens. There was a circle of light forming in the middle of the shop, then there was a small explosion, a strong pulse coming from inside the light, expanding and contracting until Lena could see some sort of figure emerging from it. It all looked like a bundle of cables moving and trying to find a way to hold themselves onto the air until Lena realized it had the resemblance of a human body.

"I used the DEO system to identify more security cameras that could have been near this locations. I put the few videos I was able to collect in chronological order and while revising them, well, I think we found more of (Y/N)'s ghost. Look."

As Winn showed each video, the figure coming and forming from these little explosions was taking better shape. Lena could see it now. The nervous system, the bones, the muscles showing progressively like it was a puzzle finding its own form, its own body.

"Lena, we think (Y/N)'s trying to come back." Alex said. "We just haven't figured out how."

The first time Lena ever held you in her arms she had feared for a moment she wouldn't be a good mother. Scared that she couldn't protect you from the evils of the world, scared that she could hurt you too. After all, what did she really know about motherhood? But she loved you. She had loved you the first instant she ever knew about your existence and even more the moment she saw you. You had looked so tiny and fragile once you came into this world that she had sworn to protect you no matter the cost. So that was what she was gonna do.

"Then we will." She assured, more to herself than to anyone else in the room, and they all set to work.

Needless to say, it was complicated task. One day you would be back at the music shop and the next you would be on another corner of the world. There were also many times when Lena returned home hoping she would catch any sign of your silhouette or hear your voice. But your appearances were too erratic and too short to even recreate an ordered pattern. Lena had never seen something like this, not even when you had first tried your powers.

"We have to give her time." Lena suddenly said one evening as she and the rest of the team watched the last video Winn had been able to retrieve of you.

"Uh, how much?" Winn asked a bit confused. "Like a week or something?"

She remembered the initial diagnosis the DEO had given about your powers. The ability to travel from one place to another at will by disassembling and reassembling your own cells at will. Lena guessed you were finally learning the cellular part of that while pulling yourself together.

"Just time." Lena assured with a little and confident smile. "She is figuring it out."

They followed your every move after that. Your mom was hopeful every time they were able to catch you on camera as you looked more and more like a whole body.

Sooner or later, she thought, she would have you in her arms again and, after weeks of following you, Lena went to get a peaceful night of sleep. She never imagined, however that, while they were waiting patiently for your return, the wait for you was already over that same night...or day.

It had been during the late evening when Diana felt the sudden change of energy inside the room. She had been in the Louvre, taking care of the final details in the pieces for the next exhibit, when she felt the air turn heavier and had thanked the gods no one else had been there to see what occurred next.

There was a small explosion in the middle of the room as a tangled figure emerged from the light. Diana had to cover her eyes for a moment to be able to see nerves and veins, bones, muscles and skin, all finding their way and wrapping around to form a human figure. It all finished in seconds and with another flash of light as your body fell heavily to the floor and Diana was finally able to recognize you. She ran to your side, making sure you were in fact you and you hadn't suffered any other kind of injury.

"(Y/N)? Can you hear me?" Diana took you gently on her lap and tried to wake you up.

You opened your eyes slowly, trying to adjust to the newfound light and focused them on her. If you hadn't felt so tired and out of breath you would had slapped yourself on the forehead in annoyance. You weren't suppose to be this far from home.

"Why France?" Diana heard you say with an annoyed but happy grunt before you fainted.

That's when the second call came in.

It had been two in the morning when Lena jolted awake and grabbed her phone imagining it would be Kara or Alex, or someone else at the DEO, to finally tell her you were here. When she answered she heard a familiar voice just not one she had expected.

"Diana?" Lena frowned a bit in confusion. She and diana were good friends and she was not unused to her calls but this was different. She sounded different.

"I'm sorry if I wake you up but you need to come." And with that Lena knew. "It's (Y/N). She's back."

It may have been the fastest trip Lena Luthor ever took in her life. With the help of Supergirl, she was able to reach Diana's apartment in less than an hour. Lena sat beside you as you laid in Diana's bed. Diana had explained to them what had happened at the museum and how you had been sleeping since. She looked at you, the slow rhythm of your respiration and the features of your face. She almost didn't believe you were there.

Then Lena saw you take a deep breath and open your mouth slightly.

"Am I in trouble?" You mumbled a moment after.

"Not yet, young lady, but we'll be having a long conversation about playing the hero." She managed to say, keeping the tears at bay and touching your face gently. "Just wait till we get home, sweetheart."

And bringing Bruce? Why did Clark think that was remotely smart?!

She told him why she didn't want to see him and he completely ignored that!

She just wanted Conner to have a dad, someone who knew what he was going through... But like always it was just them.

Maybe she should get out of Metropolis, go somewhere quiet.

She knew everyone would like her out of here.

(Name) Didn't sleep that night, Conner having his private classes and giving (name) some time to herself to just decay a bit with her phone off and no way to contact her, just wanting to sleep and pretend she was dead. Yeah, that sounded nice.

Only a handful of people in Clark's life knew his secret, close friends and family and currently he has Jimmy, Lois and Kara sitting in his living room and listening to the chaos that went down “god, now I really feel like an asshole” Lois mumbled, she used the Omega to jumpstart her career after all... “Lena told me that she doesn't trust reporters, no wonder she looked like she was waiting for a fight at the party...” Kara felt like an idiot but she wanted (name) to hopefully make some friends. “Apologize to her, talk to her and try and work it out...” Jimmy said calmly, knowing his friend well and Clark sighed “I shattered her trust, I don't think it will be that easy...”

“All you can do is try, it's better than letting her think you were out to hurt her, right?”

And fix it he tried, knocking on her balcony door late that night and (name) just gave him the finger and walked away, clearly not wanting anything to do with him but halted and turned. She hesitated before opening the door “I already introduced you as Connors dad, I may fucking hate you but he's already attached but don't think this fucking means I forgive you” she spat and let him walk in, the Omega radiating rage and betrayal “going to ambush me with another person who hates me? Heard Oliver Queens back and he thinks I'm a whore” she smiled coldly and sat on her couch “I'm... I'm sorry--- I thought that if you two met in a middle ground it would be different than at one another's homes”

“But it wasn't a middle ground, it was your family home where you had the control to take me home which thank fuck you did, I was completely at your mercy-- I'm rich but I don't have super powers Clark!” She snapped and the super felt embarrassed that he didn't realize this “I trusted you, I let myself open up to you and be in not just mine but Connors life! And you threw it in my face!”

“I thought out of my ass... But Bruce wants to fix things too, he was mortified at Dick's behavior and his son doesn't have friends either so he wants to give it a shot” Clarks words were sincere and (name) scoffed “and why the fuck should I put myself through that? Put myself in another trap?”

“It's not a trap... You may not believe me but I wouldn't do that to you... How about we invite Lena and Kara? We can host it where too so it's on your terms” he offered and (name) wanted her kid to have friends “...fine but if shit goes south I'm blaming you”

Bruce agreed to the terms and before (name) knew it, she had more people than used to in her apartment.

And of course her sister was the radiant one, chatting away with Bruce like lifelong friends with Kara and (name)s voice was filtered out subconsciously by them whenever she tried to join the conversation ‘lets see what the children are up to...’ she thought and slipped away to the playroom where the boys were looking at an animal book (name) got, one meant for young adults and teens as her son didn't show interest in the ones for his age.

“Hippopotamus are re-reck... Mama, how do I say this?” Conner asked softly and (name) smiled “reclusive, it means that they like to be alone” she explained and Tim hummed “papa likes being alone too” his words soft and (name) smiled “exactly, that's a great example” she said to the boy who beamed under her praise “so what are we doing, today?” She asked and the boys rattled about their game of superhero, each picking their favorites and (name) noted that Time knew an awful lot about Batman.. like a lot.

Kara, Lena and Bruce were deep in their conversation, the conversation shifting to hero things when Clark came in with pizza and noted one less Luthor in the room “where's (name)?” Clark asked and the three looked around, Bruce realizing they kind of ignored (name) and he felt like an ass. They heard giggles and the four walked towards the play room where (name) had some make-up out and let the two pups put it on her, frankly she looked like a melted Barbie doll but the boys seemed absolutely thrilled while they sloppily applied lipstick onto her lips “how do I look, boys?” She asked the four year olds who grinned and giggled “am I ready for the red carpets?”

Clark felt his chest tighten a bit, a fond smile on his face “papa! Look at how pretty she is!” Tim said to Bruce excitedly, despite being adopted by the billionaire he was a spitting image... Honestly (name) envied them a little. Sweet little Tim didn't get hyper analyzed at every turn and Bruce was hailed as a doting dam and a saint for adopting so many children where (name) got slut shamed for having a kid without a father though she rather that then the truth coming out.

That was way worse.

“She looks fantastic, bud” Bruce said softly and Tim beamed “now, whose hungry? I got pizza and pop!” Clark called and the boys ran out of the room to follow him and (name) followed quietly and Bruce gently rested a hand on her shoulder “could we talk?”

(Name) Eyed him suspiciously but halted, face still covered in makeup but she was no less intimidating “I want to actually apologize... For everything” she wasn't expecting that, hugging her body a little tighter “I was completely unfair to you and assumed you were being rude to be rude and... That you were no different than your brother but I was wrong” he said softly and (name) shrugged “I'm used to it, I'm a woman and an Omega, if I'm not a whore than im a bitch because I don't want to be nice”

“I want our kids to be friends and for them to be friends, we need to be friends” Bruce said softly and (name) hummed “sure but you should probably train little Tim Tim on what to say and not to say” she said and Bruce raised an eyebrow “he knew A LOT about Batman and from what I gathered you are more likely to be fucking Clark than the dark Knight so that leaves one option” Bruce froze and (name) nodded slowly “don't worry, I won't narc... You beat the shit out of that freak Joker and someone's gotta keep him away from the public but I'm gonna be real I would have just offed him” she didn't believe he deserved the live, he tortured children and almost destroyed Gotham after all.

“I.... I don't know what to do” Bruce didn't expect to have (name) figure it out so fast “now, let's go make sure my kid isn't trying to over eat, I know damn well he didn't get that endless put of a stomach from me” she laughed, Bruce knew she wasn't over it at all but she wasn't going to fight infront of her kids but it was a step forward. “Connor, we don't stack slices bud” she called out and the boy huffed angrily “pace yourself, the pizza isn't going anywhere” mom voice out and watched her kid unstack his pizza.

“I never thought I would see you as a parent, (name)” Lena said Honestly and (name) gave her a look “I'm his mom, kind of have to” (name) cleaned her pups face and Kara smiled “I just think it's great to have another super in the family, he looks just like Clark” she grinned and (name) hummed, she looked a fair bit like her brother so no one really questioned the boys genetics and if people found out that Conners baby daddy was Clark, even less eyes especially if the question of skin tone came up.

All she cared about was the fact this was her son, her baby.

Eventually Lena and Kara parted from them, (name) stiffly hugging her sister and shaking Kara's hand, it was clear to everyone that (name) and Lena had some issues but no one dared to comment on it. And not too long after, Bruce and (name) awkwardly exchanged numbers while Tim passed out in his dams shoulder and promised another playdate as the boys practically became instant best friends.

Eventually it was just the three, Connor passed out on the couch and (name) cleaning up her face while Clark beamed “that went great!”

“Besides being blatantly ignored by my sister and your cousin, it was fine I suppose... Connors happy and that's all that matters” she looked up at Clark who was just happy that it didn't end like last time “and happy he is, they were practically glued to the hip”

“Hm...” (Name) Glanced at him with bored eyes but Clark was happy none the less.

He helped her clean up, (name) quiet as she went around and Clark floated and cleaned “his birthday is in two weeks” (name) mumbled and Clark looked startled “he's only really had me and Lena there, maybe you could come? Bring your parents?” An olive branch, on that made Clark grin widely “don't be so weird about it” she snapped and Clark chuckled at her snarky attitude “I wouldn't miss it, text me a time and place and I'll be there”

“Good.”

(Name) Couldn't believe herself when she let Clark take her son for the day, she never... She always had him near or at the penthouse, she didn't know what to do with herself really and the penthouse was so quiet without Connors little squeals or trying to do something he wasn't supposed to do.

Her outfits were always notable, today was no different with her black mid thigh dress with a square neckline and long sleeves, black heels tying it together. She wasn't used to dressing like this but she wanted to make a good impression especially after what happened, her son deserved grandparents after all and she would suck up her feelings and apologize for the outburst. She didn't want to lose a relationship with them and Clark admitted that he was solely at fault for it, his parents had no involvement.

So (name) would open up to them.

A jet ride and car ride later, she stood before Kent farm with an olive branch and some treats before hesitantly knocking. She heard shuffling while the warmth of the Kansas air wrapped around her, actually looking around the space she noted that it was.. warm. Everything in this farm was filled with love, did Clark grow up like this? It would explain a lot.

She wondered what her life would be like if she grew up in a place like this, well can't dwell on that one supposed.

“(Name)!” Martha said happily “oh, I am so sorry for Clark's dumb idea last time-- I swear we had no idea he would do something like that” her words were obviously truthful, (name) had learned to tell when someone's lying fairly quickly, the older woman ushering the Omega into the house “I brought treats” (name) thrusted them into her arms and Martha learned from the last meeting that (name) was a very to the point person, Bruce told her a bit of what he knew about her.

Trust was very fragile with her.

But Martha could tell under those walls and thorns was a very sweet woman who just needed to find a person for her.

The two sat down in the kitchen and (name) fidgeted “I apologize for my... Volatile reaction to the Wayne's” she said softly and Martha smiled sadly “Dickie had no right saying that to you, that boy got quite a scolding from Bruce and Clark” she said taking the omegas hand and (name) looked confused at the attempt to comfort “Bruce was absolutely mortified at his son's words, he came here to try and work things out-- poor thing got a proper lashing from Clark over how rude he was to you in the past”

“Why is Clark defending me, he barely knows me” (name) mumbled, embarrassed that someone was coming to her aid like this without her knowing about it “because that's how he is, you're the mother to his pup-- you two may not be together but that baby boy has you two bound forever now” she said and squeezed (name)s hand while (name) stayed quiet, she didn't know what to make of this “And what does he want in return?”

“A person doesn't need a reason to help those they care for nor do they need payment for caring” (name) didn't think she ever experienced that from family, everyone wanted something, everything had a price “and if you ever need a sitter for little Conner, you let me know-- I know Clark won't mind bringing the little one here for a weekend if you want some time to yourself”

“I haven't had time to myself in four years, I don't exactly have friends...” She mumbled “not that I need them, they said I was too much but maybe they are too less” she shrugged and Martha smiled “well you got some now, you got Clark and he has some super friends with kiddos” her words soft and (name) didn't know how she felt about talking to more people, she frankly could barely tolerate people on a good day “and you have us, you are welcome here whenever you want”

“Thank you, if you need me to take care of anyone for you I can arrange that”

“Thanks sweetheart” she was used to this strangeness, Bruce offered something similar.

“So what's it like having Bruce as a son in law? Or are they not mated yet?” (Name) asked, trying to make proper small talk and Martha bursted out laughing “those two aren't together, Brucie has his targets set on someone else and do does my Clark” she said sweetly, it was obvious the Alpha had underlying feelings for (name) even if he hadn't realized it and (name)? Well that girl was dense as she was stubborn.

“Clark seemed to know how to get Bruce to actually comply... Apologies for the assumption” she seemed a bit embarrassed and Martha waved it off “don't you worry, those two are married best friends if that makes any sense”

“It doesn't but I'll take your word”

A storm began brewing outside and (name) looked worried and thankfully John and Martha let her stay, her driver already out into town at a hotel.

“Here, Clark's highschool shirts are a bit big but they're better than wearing that dress to bed, it's pretty but not sleep clothes” she held a shirt and one of Clark's tween pajama pants that she dug up from the reporters closet and (name) thanked her “do you have makeup wipes I could borrow?”

“Oh yes! Let me grab those and a spare toothbrush!”

Bzzt

Bzzt

(Name) Looked at her phone and saw Clark's contact and hesitantly answered “hello Clark” she said with a calm tone and Clark let out a breath “when I came to bring Connor over, you weren't there and I got worried-- where are you?”

“Your childhood home, it's storming so I am staying the night, I know it's a big ask but could you watch Connor for the night?” not realizing she was on speaker and little Connor was not having that “no! I want mama!” He said angrily in the background and Clark sighed “bud I kn--”

“Clark, why don't you bring him here, if you can? We can have a sleepover” she said softly and Clark made a small noise and the sound of little feet running confirmed for (name) that it was happening “he's packing his bag, we will see you in twenty” he chuckled and (name) made a small noise before hanging up, going to find Martha to inform her “Clark and Connor will be joining, my son's a bit of a velcro baby” she said fondly and the two elders looked elated at this “you two should stay the weekend! I know Clark is forced to take his vacation time for the next few weeks!” He said kindly and (name) looked a bit nervous “you aren't a bother dear” Martha said and (name) held back her defensive bite back and nodded while the sound of the door opening and tiny feet running towards them.

(Name) Was thankful Martha hadn't handed her items yet because catching a toddler with super speed and built like a tiny heat seeking missile for the Omega, (name) used to this enough to catch the boy with relative ease “remember, gentle arms!” She said while the boy squeezed her a bit too tight and the boy just snuggled into her chest “he had a great time but the concept of not having bedtime stories with you, it almost broke him” (name) gently pushed the hair from the boys face and smiled “you're like a sticker” she teased and the boy rested his head on her shoulder and the pup looked so happy to be in his mother's hold, the smell of happy Omega and pup in the air.

“How about we let your dad join story time, sounds like a plan?” She asked the boy who nodded in agreement and Clark had a gentle smile, finally allowed in something so sacred.

He was welcome into their circle, not just an outside parent.

Martha and John listened carefully to the bedtime story the two told the boy, silly voices and all.

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.