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chase820 What if Kara wanted a child and went to Lex for help?
“No,” Lex said, and turned back to his computer with rather more force than was strictly necessary.
His hands were shaking. He put them in his lap, even though his desk was transparent and even though Kara had the vision to see through it had it been made of steel.
“Come on!” Kara said. “I’m not even asking you to do it the old-fashioned way, fun as that would be, because Clark’s not that good at sharing.”
“You’ve--spoken to Clark about this?” Lex thought he might be hallucinating again. Which was one more excellent reason why Kara’s request was senseless.
“Yeah,” Kara said, the inflection suggesting that Lex was violating his usual policy of not asking stupid questions. “I want my daughter to have brains, beauty, superpowers, and a family that would pulverize mountains for her. I’ve got the looks and the powers covered, plus most of the mountains, but you’ll have motivation.”
“Kara,” Lex said carefully. “My parents were both murderers. My mother suffocated her newborn son so that I wouldn’t be replaced. And my father’s a real monster.”
“And if I were asking your dad for his sperm, I’d be more concerned about that,” Kara said, which was an image so terrible that Lex was momentarily blinded by horror. “But since it’s you, and since I know what you’re capable of, I’m not seeing the problem.”
Lex broke, shoving away from the desk with such force that the computer screen would have toppled off if Kara hadn’t sped to catch it. He was already turning away from her, unable to bear her scrutiny. He was breathing hard, panting really, wishing for something heavy to throw, and this was exactly why—
“Lex.” Her hand on his wrist was firm. She wasn’t going to let him go until she was ready. He could feel his pulse thundering under her touch, out of control. But as they stood there, Lex refusing to struggle when it would do no good against Kryptonian strength, he felt his futile rage draining away despite himself. Kara’s fingers were cool against his skin, motionless. “Lex,” she said again when it was obvious that he was more (less?) himself. “Do you really think I’m not strong enough for this? Yeah, there are parts you won’t be good at. I’m not looking forward to getting peed on, myself. But we can figure it out, together, and if you think I’d pick an unworthy father for my child, then you don’t know anything about the House of El.”
He turned his head, slow, vision still blurred, until he met her eyes. Clear and blue, nothing like Clark’s except for the confidence, the determination.
“I might.” Lex stopped, swallowed, ran his hand over his head. “I could hurt a child very badly.”
Kara smiled at him like he’d just figured something out. “Anybody can do that. I want the stuff only Lex Luthor can give.”
He’d never allowed himself to think about reproduction. It had been something of a relief that no one expected it of him with Clark, even though he’d occasionally seen flashes of wistfulness cross Clark’s face when he rescued a child. Whatever Clark might have wanted, Lex had always known that his blood was a worse taint than Kryptonite.
To have Kara, who wasn’t blinded by the emotions that by some miracle of grace Clark felt, ask—he’d wondered, a long time ago, whether his mother had wanted children at all. Lionel had pressured her for years to get Julian, and it was hard to believe that she’d wanted Lex before she had him. Even if biology then forged a bond between them, Lex had also shackled her to Lionel, and she had to have resented that.
After all, she’d let him take the blame for Julian.
Kara would’ve smacked Lionel across a room just for suggesting that her child wasn’t good enough and required a redo.
Asking if she was sure would be both insulting and ridiculous. His heart was pounding; the fingers of his hand were numb; he wanted to sit down or possibly even faint.
Something like waking up on the bank of a creek and seeing his life start all over again.
“Yes,” he said.
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Awesome line:
"Kara would’ve smacked Lionel across a room just for suggesting that her child wasn’t good enough and required a redo."
Love the realization of how different his life would have been with a different mother (at least that's how I'm reading this).
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Thanks for this! I always enjoy your responses to prompts so much.
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Also, sent invite to your LJ address. If you don't get it let me know.
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For some reason I always thought that, while Lionel was pure, distilled evil, Lillian was sick and needed help that she didn't get.
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Lillian had a bunch of bad choices, that's for sure--she could've gotten away, but she couldn't have gotten away with Lex, so I understand why she stayed.
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Ah, but there's no reason why Connor should be created as an obnoxious teenager right off the bat, the way he was in the comics. He'd be a baby and grow up over time, so by the time he made teen, Kara would be a mom and we wouldn't have two super-powered, pouty, emo-teens in the world at once (if that was your point)... though Connor & Lena would probably be hilarious little brats together.
Anything and anyone that got near Lionel got warped. He was a black hole that way.
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-- jakrar
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