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Supergirl.
She lays strapped to the hospital bed though there is no escape; her body is broken. She would not make it out of this room. Some of the damage was done in the crash, but some… Her mother has set up a television; apparently it’s meant to be a treat, so Lena watches Supergirl save a train full of people from going off the tracks and feels…
She can taste the salt of her tears. Her entire body feels like a pulsing bruise; aching, raw, cracked open. Her mother calls it progress; for Lillian it’s science and what does it matter if for Lena it’s torture? On the television, the mayor of National City unveils a statue of Supergirl, bright and beaming. She is there, smiling, oblivious… Lena swallows hard. Maybe she does know. Maybe she can hear Lena scream as her own mother tears her to pieces, but she doesn’t come… why should she come for a Luthor? She looks at the smiling face on the television and feels…
She has a kryptonite core in her chest; it’s the newest prototype and it burns. She can’t keep food down and wonders if it’s poisoning her. Is this how it feels for you? Supergirl struggles against a horde of alien invaders on the news; a false god bleeding; a failure; a fraud. Her lip curls with disgust and she feels…
She’s finally free… Lillian Luthor lays dead at her feet and Lena is free. The television sparks, broken on the floor; there will be no news of Supergirl today. When Lena is done, there will be no more news of Supergirl at all… No more lies about help and compassion. You had none for me. No more otherworldly catastrophes. I will not allow it. No more harm. I will keep them safe… You are no savior, Supergirl. I see you. Her fingers brush the kryptonite core in her chest. She has thought of this moment for so long and now, at last, her plans are coming to fruition… Sparing one last glance at the corpse of her mother, Lena walks towards the doors, and for the first time in years Lena feels…
Hope.