The truth is revealed

You rip the cat off. ‘don’t want me scratched,’ you think mockingly. We’ll see what you think of me when we are done.

You manage to lead the cat into the bathroom. You pull out Luger and put the damn animal down. “Sigh, I hate cat… and I’m a cat person.”

You turn on the TV and find a news channel. In the two minutes she’s been gone, Power Girl has already stopped the villain. You turn the TV off and stand in front of the door.

Soon it swings open and Power Girl swaggers in triumphantly. “Well, that didn’t take long. It wasn’t even Vandal Savage, just some loser who is sick enough to enjoy scaring people. A few hours dangling from a flag pole should show him what it’s like to be scared.”

You hold out a small ring box and smile. “I got you something to thank you for making me your sidekick.”

The buxom blonde puts her hands on her hips and smiles sardonically. “It’s a little premature for proposing, don’t you think?”

You open the box, revealing a ring with a large stone that glows green. “I think you’ll find I that there nothing premature about me.”

Power Girl collapses and you catcher her in you arms. You take her limp hand and slide the ring on her finger. You kiss her violently, savoring the taste of her.

“Yeah, the ring is a bit over the top,” you say. “I could have just used the rock without setting it in a ring. What can I say I like a little melodrama, it’s in the blood.

Power Girl coughs, sending delicious ripples through her overstuffed chest. “You… you’re not a sidekick!”

“Holy shit you are just getting that? Oh God! Are you stupid!” you laugh.

“Wha….?” She groans.

“Mother always said, except for the hair, I was the spitting image of the dear old dad.” You grin exuberantly, this must be what a cat feels like when got mouse to play with. You squat next to her head, and turn her face so you can look her in the eyes. “Here sweet heart, I shall give you a hint.” You reach up and pull your dark locks back from your face mimicking a bald man. “Imagine I’m bald.”

Suddenly she saw it. She gave a weak gasp, “Lex!” Her voice radiated fear.

“Nope, hahaha, allow me to properly introduce myself.” You hop up and spread your arms, close your with a solemn look, and tilt your head, now impersonating Christ on the cross, “I am, The Son.” You smirk and pause. “Leonard Lang Luther,” you supplement with a bow. You wink and blow her a kiss, “But call me Leo, everyone else does.”

“What do you want?” she struggles to speak.

“Love; Respect; and A Better World, Safe From Alien Tyranny” you sigh whistfully. “Did you know that to this day Pops won’t admit I’m his, not really.” You cock your head with a half shrug. “Well, not unless he thinks he can use me, you know what we Luthers are like, no?”

She ask, “What are- y-you… planning uh-on doing?” She asks. You notice her hand reaching for the ring, obviously she was trying to distract you. You stomp on her no longer super hand. Summoning cries of agony.

“Naughty. You are a baaaad girl.” You snark as you grind your heel into her hand. “But, I shan’t be rude, to answer your question, well I’d hate to give the whole show away up front, but for starters, I’m going do what Father never could. I am going to KILL your precious little Superman.”

“Nev…” she groaned, but you grab her throat. And pick her up off the ground.

“Pow-” you stop and give a half laugh, “We’re all friends here. Kara.” You assert. “Kara, do you think I am a fool? I have already infiltrated the League’s side-kick training program, I have you at my mercy, and most importantly I have spent the last 5 years of my life unraveling the secrets of Kryptonite.” You change to a more inquisitive voice. “Did you know that here are not just one or two forms of Kryptonian crystals, oh sure you know about green, and probably Kal-el has told you of red if you haven’t found it yourself. I have categorized over 42 different varieties. Their various affects are fascinating some have mutagenic affects, other can defy the laws of the conservation of matter and energy, and of course they have devastating affects your kind.”

You toss her on her couch. “Well, no point in wasting time; I have people to do, things to kill.” You stop with your half open. You hold up a finger, “Uhp, haha, stop reverse that.” You pull out a long silver gun of your own design. You turn on the device and change the setting. “I best hurry, before something goes wrong.” You point the gun at Power Girl. “Oh! One more thing,” you add. “The cat is dead,” and you squeeze the trigger.