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Lena Luthor nursed the bottle of Bourbon, cradled between perfectly manicured nails. She downed a sip before raising her wrist to look at the watch that accompanied it, groaning when she saw it was thirty minutes past twelve. The young CEO had a gnawing temptation to call in sick, but if she didn't run LCorp as a force of good, who will? She needed to now more than ever, especially with Lillian Luthor breathing down her neck.
Lena wouldn't call herself a drinker. On holidays and business parties was where she would even fathom it. Alcohol was usually only used in a celebratory manner.
Tonight was hardly anything but.
Tonight her dear friend, the sunny Kara Danvers, her only friend in National City, had come to ask her about CADMUS, passing it off as simple journalism.
But Lena was smarter than that, she had to be, she was a Luthor, after all.
So she answered with head bobs and vacant words that never reached her emerald eyes. She wished that after all she had done, Kara would have trusted her more, at least enough to know that there was no way she would work for CADMUS, work with her mother.
Kara left the 'interview' seemingly none the wiser, still adorning her dopey teeth filled grin as she said she would meet up with her sometime for lunch, hugging her goodbye. Kara's hugs used to wrap her in warmth, as if she were the sun and Lena a flower desperate grow. Now, it left her feeling cold, empty, unable to will herself to crave for more.
So after stacks of paperwork, research on CADMUS, and telling Jess to take the night off, she wound up here. At some bar she couldn't bother herself to remember the name of. Lena Luthor wasn't one for bars, but then again, Luthor's had a habit of surprising people.
She had finished her third drink for the night and paid her tab, thanking the bartender and leaving him a good sized tip as she did so. She had scooped up her purse, sliding it onto her shoulder, ready to walk out of the bar and head back to her penthouse when something caught her attention. It was a woman, a man seemingly twice her age next to her, cooing at her as he brushed hairs away from her face. The woman looked out of it, a glossed look over her vibrant blue eyes.
The burly man lifted the woman with his arms around her shoulders, leading her, stumbling and falling, out of the bar. Lena's gut tugged at her, and she knew better than to ignore her gut, so she followed. She followed the two to an elevator, managing to catch it a mere few seconds before the elevator doors shut. The man now had the woman cornered in the small of the elevator, his fingers prying at her skin, tugging at her dress, while she let out small murmurs of 'no' whilst trying to drunkenly push him away.
Not drunk, no, there was something more to it. Drugged.
Rage boiled in the pit of her stomach as she finally caught on to what was happening.
"Hey!" She yelled, grabbing the mans attention off of the woman and onto her. Lena willed herself not to be fearful, she had faced cyborgs, she had faced her mother, she could certainly face a perverted asshole.
"This's got nothin' to do with you, lady, so scatter along." He said, like he was shooing off a stray dog, turning his attention back to the cowered woman. Blood burning, she reached into the pocket of her coat.
"I'm going to give you another chance, leave her alone." Lena growled, to which he scoffed with a smirk, barely so much as giving her a sideways glance.
Lena shrugged her shoulders, "I warned you." She said nonchalantly before pulling out what seemed to be an ordinary taser, pulling the trigger, as bright purple electricity emitted from it. The man fell to the floor, groaning with pain. Flickering like a television channel with a weak signal, his human appearance was gone, replaced by a larger, which Lena didn't think was even possible, being, with grey skin with red markings, pointed ears and yellow eyes.
An alien, figures, could she ever get a break?
Lena pocketed the weapon, unaware of the woman who had moved behind her also pocketing something, a phone. Lena sighed, brushing strands of raven hair from out her face as she turned to see the elevator doors open. She stepped over the alien's limp body, high heels clacking along with her as she did so.
"Hey!" A voice mumbled, and Lena stopped, turning over her shoulder to see the woman stirring. "What about me?" She mumbled, her eyes closed. Lena bit her lip in ponder.
Don't do it, Lena. Don't do it. She'll be found by someone, you did your part. Lena, Lena no-
Lena cut her thoughts off with a sharp sigh as she shut her eyes tightly, turning on her heel as she walked back to the elevator. Bending down, she placed one arm behind the woman's shoulders, the other under her legs, and lifter her with ease, surprised at how light the woman was. She glanced over at the still limp alien, watching him twitch slightly, and smirking when seeing that he had done so with pain.
With that, she turned, the woman cradled to her chest, mumbling things inaudible as they pulled up to the sleek black car awaiting them. She carefully laid the woman on the seat, ignoring the cautious and confused look the driver gave her. "Penthouse. Please." She said, and he gave a silent nod, pulling out of the parking garage and out onto the freeway.
Maybe she should call in sick.