At the mention of his name, Lex Luthor let out a sharp, humorless laugh as two guards forced his arms behind his back.

“Charming company you keep, Superwoman,” Lex muttered, eyes flicking toward Invincible. “But I suppose your standards are simply slipping.”

Invincible’s grin sharpened instantly.

“Oh, you,” he said, stepping forward causing the guards to visibly tense. “Can I break something? Just one thing. As a treat.”

“No,” you snapped.

“C’mon,” he dragged out, tilting his head. “He’ll survive.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Feels like it should be.”

You stepped between them before he could move any closer. “No.”

His eyes flicked to you.

And lingered.

Then, slowly, he leaned back, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Fine,” he said easily. “You win.”

You didn’t relax.

Because he wasn’t looking at Lex anymore.

He was looking at you.

You waited until Lex was fully secured, until the transport lifted off, until the last agent cleared the area, before you turned away.

“Stay out of it next time,” you muttered as you passed him.

You didn’t wait for a response. You just took off. But you didn’t get far.

Because, of course, he followed.

You slowed just enough to hover above a quiet rooftop, turning sharply to face him.

“I’m not doing this tonight,” you said.

He hovered a few feet away, hands loose at his sides, like this was some casual, common thing the two of you did.

Then again, unfortunately, it kind of was.

“Doing what?” he asked, feigning innocence.

“This.” You gestured between the two of you. “Whatever this is.”

He hummed, like he was genuinely considering it. “Nah.”

You exhaled sharply, turning to leave again. Then suddenly, he was in front of you before you could move.

Your frustration spiked. “Move.”

“Make me.”

“Look.” You stepped closer, voice dropping. “I am not in the mood.”

“That’s the best part,” he said lightly.

Your hands clenched into fists as you felt your lips tug into a sneer.

His grin widened. “There it is.”

“Invincible—”

“You get this look,” he interrupted, circling you slowly. “Right before you decide whether you’re gonna hit me.”

Your patience snapped.

“Why are you like this?” you demanded.

That seemed to genuinely interest him. “Like what?”

“Antagonistic. Reckless. Completely incapable of acting like a normal person—”

“Normal’s boring.” He leaned in slightly, close enough that you could see the way his eyes lit up.

His interest in you made your stomach twist.

“And I’m trying to see how far I can push you before you snap.”

Your stomach dropped. “You— What?”

He smiled, and it wasn’t a nice one.

“You’re sexy when you’re mad.”

The words hit like a slap. You recoiled instinctively, disgust flaring hot and immediate.

“What is wrong with you?”

“Plenty,” he said easily. “You gonna do something about it?”

For a second, just a second, you really wanted to.

Your heat burned behind your eyes. Your muscles tensed, ready to move.

And he all but leaned into it.

“C’mon,” he coaxed, voice low. “I know you want to.”

That was the worst part.

He wanted it, maybe for you to prove him right, maybe just cause he loves it.

Either way, you hated it,

You stepped back instead. His expression faltered, not quite with disappointment, but with something close.

“No,” you said, voice steady despite the anger still burning in your chest. “I don’t.”

You shot upward, faster than before, faster than he could casually keep pace without effort.

By the time you reached your apartment, your chest felt tight.

You landed harder than necessary on your balcony, shoving the door open and stepping inside.

The quiet hit you immediately. Safe and normal quiet.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding and dropped onto the couch, dragging a hand down your face.

“Rough night?”

You startled slightly, head snapping toward the kitchen.

Jimmy leaned against the counter, a half-eaten snack in hand, watching you with mild concern.

“…You didn’t hear any of that, did you?” you asked.

“Just the landing,” he said, taking a bite. “You break the balcony again, you’re paying for it again.”

“Sorry, sorry. I know.”

He waved it off, stepping further into the living room. “So what happened tonight?”

“Invincible.”

He grimaced. “That guy’s a fucking freak.”

You huffed out a weak, tired laugh, leaning back against the couch.