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📍 Lena’s Perspective — Luthor’s Cabin
The rain fell in relentless sheets, drumming against the wooden roof of the isolated cabin, drowning out every sound except the heavy, ragged gasps of a dying man.
Lena Luthor stood over her brother, the grip of the gun still cold and heavy in her trembling hand. Smoke curled slowly from the barrel, blending with the damp air. Her ears rang, not from the shot she had fired, but from the silence that followed it. Lex lay on the floor, blood pooling dark and thick beneath him, staining the worn planks red. For years, he had been her nightmare, her shadow, the monster she had spent her whole life trying to distance herself from. And now, finally, he was gone. Or… almost gone.
His chest still rose and fell in shallow, jagged bursts. His eyes, bright and manic even in death’s grip, locked onto hers. A bloody, terrible smile curved his lips—the same smile he had worn every time he was about to destroy something she loved.
“You think… you won… sister?” Lex rasped, his voice wet and broken, barely audible over the storm.
Lena didn’t answer. She only wanted him to die. She wanted the silence to come back. She wanted to wash her hands and walk away and never look back.
But Lex wasn’t done. Even as his life slipped away, he had one last weapon to use against her. The deadliest one of all.
“You’re so… proud… aren’t you?” He choked out a laugh, blood bubbling at his mouth. “The good Luthor. The genius. The one who fooled everyone… including herself.”
“Shut up,” Lena whispered, her voice flat, exhausted. “Just shut up and die, Lex.”
“Oh, I will.” His eyes gleamed with malice, sharp and triumphant. “But before I go… I’m going to give you the gift of truth. The one thing everyone has spent years keeping from you. The thing that will finally break you, just like you deserve.”
Lena’s throat tightened. She knew this game. She knew exactly how he operated—save the worst blow for the very end, when there was nothing left to lose. She should have turned away. She should have walked out the door. But her feet felt rooted to the floor, trapped by a cold, creeping dread that crawled up her spine.
“You want to know why you never really fit in?” Lex wheezed, dragging himself just a fraction closer, every movement costing him everything he had left. “Why no one ever fully trusts you? Why everyone around you… always holds something back?”
He paused, his breath hitching, and then he whispered the words that shattered her entire world into a million irreparable pieces.
“Kara Danvers… is Supergirl.”
The room tilted. The sound of the rain vanished. The air left Lena’s lungs as if she had been punched straight in the chest.
For a heartbeat, she thought she misheard. For a heartbeat, she told herself it was just another one of his lies, another manipulation, another twisted game to ruin the only good thing she had ever found.
“What did you say?” Her voice came out as a broken breath. She leaned down, gripping the collar of his ruined shirt, shaking him weakly, desperate for him to take it back. “You’re lying. You’re lying! Kara is just a reporter. She’s my best friend—”
“She is Supergirl,” Lex repeated, slow, deliberate, each word dripping with poison. He watched the realization dawn on her face, watched her crumble, and his smile widened. “That sweet, clumsy, kind woman you tell everything to… the one you cry to… the one you love… she flies above you every day. She saves the world. And she looks you in the eye… and lies. Every single time.”
“No…” Lena shook her head, tears spilling hot and fast down her cheeks, mixing with the rainwater dripping from her hair. “No, she would have told me. She trusts me. We tell each other everything—”
“Does she?” Lex sneered, his voice fading but his cruelty still razor-sharp. “Think about it, Lena. Think about every time she left suddenly. Every time she was late. Every time she knew things she couldn’t possibly know. Every time you were in danger… and Supergirl arrived instantly. She didn’t befriend you because she liked you. She befriended you to watch you. To make sure you weren’t like us. You were never her friend. You were her assignment. A Luthor to be managed.”
He coughed, blood running down his chin, and whispered the final blow—the one that broke her completely.
“And it wasn’t just her… oh no… everyone knew. Alex Danvers? She works for the DEO. She’s been spying on you alongside her sister this whole time. Brainy. Nia. J’onn. All of them. They all stood around you. They all smiled. They all called you family. And not one of them… not a single one… trusted you enough to tell you the truth. You were never one of them, Lena. You were just the fool they fooled.”
Lena let go of his shirt as if she had been burned. She stumbled backward, her back hitting the wall, sliding down until she was sitting on the cold, wet floor.
It wasn’t a lie.
She saw it now. She saw every moment clearly, stripped of the warmth and affection she had draped over them.
The way Kara always hesitated before answering personal questions.
The way she changed the subject whenever her work life came too close to her private life.
The way Supergirl treated her—friendly, protective, kind… but always with that faint air of caution, of distance, like she was handling something fragile and dangerous.
They weren’t friends. They weren’t family. They were actors. And she had been the only one in the dark, playing her part with her whole heart while they were just reading from a script.
She had given Kara everything. Her fears. Her grief. Her darkest secrets about her family. Her soul. She had fallen desperately, hopelessly in love with her, believing she was the only person who saw Lena—not the name Luthor, not the legacy, just her.
And all this time… Kara had seen the name first. She had seen the danger. She had seen a project.
I was never enough, Lena thought, and the pain was so absolute it felt like dying herself. I was never worth the truth. I was never worth the risk.
Lex’s head fell back. His eyes glazed over completely. His voice was barely a breath, but it was loud enough to echo in her mind forever.
“Goodbye… sister… enjoy knowing… you were always… alone…”
His hand went limp. His chest stopped moving. Lex Luthor was finally dead.
But Lena didn’t feel relief. She didn’t feel victory. She only felt hollow. Empty. Destroyed.
She sat there for hours, while the storm raged outside, while the rain turned the world grey and cold. She didn’t cry anymore. The tears had dried up, replaced by a cold, hard numbness that settled deep in her bones.
She thought about going back. She thought about returning to National City, to the penthouse filled with memories, to L-Corp, to the life she had built. She thought about seeing Kara again—looking into those bright blue eyes that she loved so much, knowing now that they had looked back at her with secrets, with lies, with fear.
She thought about having to smile, to pretend, to act like nothing had changed, while every second she would be screaming inside, knowing she had been the joke, the pawn, the outsider.
‘I can’t do it, she realized, slowly, surely. I can’t stay here. I can’t breathe the same air as them. I can’t live in a city where everything I love was built on a lie.’
If she stayed… she would break. She would confront them. She would scream, she would fight, she would demand answers that wouldn’t fix anything. And worse… she knew herself. She knew that even after everything, even knowing the truth… if Kara came to her, if Kara cried and apologized and said I did it to protect you… Lena would forgive her. She would forgive her, because loving Kara was the only thing she knew how to do.
And she couldn’t do that to herself. She couldn’t stay and let herself be loved only halfway. She couldn’t stay where she was never truly trusted.
She stood up slowly. She wiped her face clean. She took one last look at the body of her brother, the man who had ruined her life one last time even in death.
She didn’t leave a note. She didn’t leave a message. She didn’t leave an explanation.
She walked out of the cabin, into the pouring rain, and didn’t look back.
She got into her car, drove fast, away from the city, away from everything she had ever known. She didn’t go to her penthouse to pack. She didn’t go to her office. She didn’t call anyone. She drove straight to the private airstrip she kept hidden, the one where her jet was always fueled and ready, just in case.
“Take off,” she told the pilot, her voice steady and cold, void of any emotion. “Set a course anywhere. Just… get me far away from here.”
“Where to, Ms. Luthor?” the pilot asked, confused.
Lena looked out the window, watching the lights of National City fade into the distance behind her—the city Kara protected, the city Kara loved, the city that would always belong to her, while Lena was just a guest who had been asked to leave without ever knowing why.
She closed her eyes, and whispered the only truth that mattered now.
“Scotland.”
The jet roared down the runway, lifting into the dark, stormy sky, carrying Lena Luthor away from everything she had ever loved.
And back in National City, Kara Danvers was flying home, happy, relieved, thinking that the worst was over, thinking she would finally tell Lena the truth tonight, thinking they had a lifetime of happiness ahead of them.
She had no idea that the woman she loved had just walked out of her life forever.