"Xenia Onatopp." His voice was calm. Disappointed. Like a priest who'd seen too many confessions. "The radiation from that ship is killing you. The green crystal—it's not power. It's poison."
"No," he said quietly. "I'm fighting for you."
She wanted Superman to notice her. He found her on the LexCorp roof, sitting on the edge of a shattered water tower, filing her nails with a piece of rebar. superman returns xenia
Xenia Onatopp read it three times. Then she laughed until her ribs hurt, until the nurse came running, until she realized—horrified, delighted, finally curious —that for the first time in her life, she didn't feel like killing anyone.
Superman didn't break. He fell . Arrow-straight, faster than sound, the both of them a green-and-red comet aimed at the empty bay. He hit the water at an angle meant to spare her. It didn't. "Xenia Onatopp
For one perfect, terrible second, Xenia Onatopp looked at him—this alien boy scout with blood on his lip and tears freezing on his cheeks—and she believed him.
She’d been running from Bond—no, from the inevitable fireball of a secret base in Myanmar—when the sky tore open. A green-veined crystal mountain plummeted from the clouds, trailing smoke like a dying god. It hit the jungle two klicks east. The shockwave threw her through a billboard. She landed in mud, laughing. "The radiation from that ship is killing you
She laughed. It was bright and sharp as a diamond saw.
He stepped forward. "I'm offering you help. A containment cell. Therapy. There are people who—"
"Oh, darling," she whispered. "I could get used to this." Metropolis didn’t know what hit it.