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Donna was preoccupied, her thoughts elsewhere with what had just happened with Kyle, so she only half heard the musings of the other woman. Only when the smoke wafted across her nose did it snap her out of it and she waved it away, returning her attention to Mercy sitting before her. “I thought it was best to have it on me just in case,” she explained with a shrug before running her fingers over the material laid out before her. “That night didn’t turn out like I expected at all.”

"No, no need to justify your actions. I made this suit for the designated purpose for you to use it. I just didn’t think that this city would pose such a magnificent playground for science.” Mercy watched the footage captured by the nanites that had been placed in the emblem that sat along the right side of her chest. Donna crushed those men without breaking a sweat. Her vitals were tip top from every punch thrown to the uptick in adrenaline. “I guess it wasn’t all gliiter and rainbows? Ah, it’s just the way life turns out I suppose. We hope for one thing but must prepare for something entirely different.” She hummed. “We’re going to run some ground drills with some of the drones. They will not hold back and I hope that you do the same.”

“Are you ready?” 

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thelastgoodluthor​:​

Lena hadn’t dipped back into day-drinking again, so the sight at her desk made no sense - even less when he finally spoke, the scratch of pen against paper echoing in the room as she stood frozen to the spot. A thousand questions raced through her mind - the biggest one of course being how? How the hell had her maniac brother slithered his way out of prison all the way to her office in L-Corp without a single soul spotting him. Her paranoia over the past few weeks had apparently been healthy.

“Get the fuck away from my desk.” She snapped once her mind finally caught up to what was happening - that the brother she had loved and then revealed himself as a psychopath and tried to have her killed was sitting behind her desk like he still owned the damn building she had scrubbed clean of any trace of him. “Now, Lex.” She warned, reaching for the gun she had taken to carrying in her coat or purse at all times, ever since Clark gave her the heads up that Lex was trying to worm his way back out of prison, and pointing it at him. “That is a new chair and I don’t want to ruin the upholstery.”

“I said I’m busy,” he replied through clenched teeth, his pen never leaving the paper as he scrawled line after line. He finished with a flourish of his pen before ripping the page from the larger pad and folding it into a small square “You really should watch your language. An up-and-coming CEO like you? Can’t be dropping fucks just anywhere. Those are precious and should be saved for better moments than this.” Words condescending, his tongue clicked against his teeth in scolding. He leaned back in the chair and folded his hands across his abdomen before glaring down the barrel of the gun she held in her hands.

“Put the gun away, Lena. I think we both know you won’t use it. Beside, I my trip here is merely momentary. I’ve got to be back at the Prison by six.” A hand patted the arms of her office chair, the kryptonian symbols he scrawled still burned into his memory. “I just came to give you a message. I know what you did and what you’re doing. It needs to stop.”

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princexofdaxam​:

“You know you’re not as clever as you believe yourself be, Mr. Luthor.” Mon el turned on his heels with a deep sigh. “I’m getting tired of wearing this face.” The deep bravado that reverbed in his voice melted off with the purring softness that carried a Parisian undertone. Laura has been under this alias for weeks now and she missed her own face. Madam Rouge was an impeccable infiltrator. Who would have thought it would be this easy to weasel into Supergirl’s little world.

 “Everything is shaping up nicely. Your sister and her friends are all acting as expected. I told them that she was going to die and that little stunt at the gala really did sell it for them. I made contact with Donna and she seems strong but she’s not ready yet. Have you checked in on your little pet Mercy?”  

“I’m clever enough,” Lex quipped back, leaning against the doorframe. “Just as you are, my dear. Just enough cleverness to fool everyone Mon-El is close to.” As one face morphed into another, a smile spread across his face. He was amazed by his little spy, switching so seamlessly between the two faces. When he’d found the woman, he was fooled himself for mere moments before he realized his mistake. She wasn’t to be toyed with, but was happily hired to do Lex’s dirty work while he sat in his concrete cell.

“They don’t suspect a thing? Perfect.” The word rolled off his tongue in a beautiful purr as an evil smirk pulled at his features. She’s not ready yet. “Well, make her ready. Do what is necessary to ensure she is ready when the time comes.” They couldn’t risk a fumble at this point, there was too much invested. “I haven’t the chance since getting into town. You and I both know my time is precious and there’s no need to waste it and risk exposure.

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ofclonisms​:

“I don’t think we have,” he seemed similar too, but he couldn’t exactly put his finger around to why. He was almost sure that he didn’t meet him before, maybe he met another version of him? He remembered how he felt the same way when he met 38 earth’s Lena, “But I’m feeling the same thing too.”

Lex shook his head, waving his hand in dismiss of the man. “Nevermind. I don’t have time for this,” he replied, even more dismissively. He had a short period of time before he hand to be back in his cell, and he couldn’t be seen by the authorities. He pulled his hat down to shadow his face from surrounding cameras connected to the police department. “It’s nearly impossible that we’ve met, so there’s no reason to think about it. Here,” he quipped, tucking a twenty dollar bill into the man’s hand before brushing past him. “You didn’t see me.”

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arosebyanyothernxme​:

“What would give you that idea?” Alicia hummed with a toying mirth. She’s never give up her secrets to a cue ball headed man. Her fight for power in this city came with a lot of hang ups and compromises; she’d never compromise her integrity for a snake. Lex Luthor was a king cobra and she didn’t trust him. 

“It’s a good thing your mother’s approve means nothing to me,” she crossed her ankles with a pout. “Central City is just a special little city, isn’t it? Lots of fireworks and sharp edges. Now, with all due respect, what brings you into my office? Dead men don’t usually stroll in through the front door.”

Lex shot the woman a knowing look. “Don’t pull my leg, now Alicia. I think we both know that was ambitious, even for you.” Sure, the young leader was capable of it, but wouldn’t take public responsibility for it. To the rest of the world, her little society was fully feminist, helping to empower women and build them up for success. He saw part of himself in her...there was a mischievous glint in her eye that longed for chaos.

“Seeing as she started this little....thing?” He waved his finger in the air, motioning to the area surrounding them. “One would assume you’d care. Then again, many assume I should care about countless things, yet here we are.” His face was expressionless as he stood from his chair,  pacing to one side of the room, and running his finger along the bookshelf before turning on his heel to face Alicia once more. “I maybe a dead man, but I’ve got money. Influence. Just checking in on you and your little roses before going on my way,” there was deception hidden deep beneath his words, but a sly smile spread across his face. “We both know I’ve got money invested, and I want to ensure things are going as planned.”

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“You look....familiar. Have we met before?” Lex cocked his head to the side as his eyes narrowed into thin slits. It was unlikely that they’ve met, seeing as he’d been locked away in his prison cell for the last several months. Or had it been years? He had no way of knowing, nor did he care at this point. 

@ofclonisms

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“So you’re him, hmm?” Lex had found what his little creation was up to, trying to lead a normal life, despite the genes that he possessed. He anticipated much more from this hybrid, now that he was out in the world on his own. “Interesting, to say the least.”

@thexsuperxboy​

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Lex’s footfalls were quiet as he approached his henchman. 

“Non-El? Progress report. How is our little plan coming along?”

@princexofdaxam​

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“I can only assume this was the work of the Roses?” Lex held a folded paper in hand, Clark’s beaming smile on the cover with the headline: FAMOUS REPORTER SHOT AT CELEBRATORY GALA He’d been following the news as of late, keeping his eye on the black rose society as they rose as a powerhouse threat in Central City. 

It was time to take his place as leader of the Roses.

“My mother would be so proud, I’m sure.” Without a doubt she’d been following along as well, seething from her own prison cell that she wasn’t on the outs.  Lex sat smoothly st her desk, taking a sit from his coffee before looking back up at her. “It was quite the spectacle, truly. An intrepid reporter shot on his special night. I hear there were assassins with knives, too? Mmm, saucy.”

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Lex sat in Lena’s office, his hand flying across the page as he scribbled down his thoughts. At the sound of the door, he paused for hardly a second before continuing. “Don’t speak, sister dear,” he drawled, air hissing between his teeth. He could already anticipate the gawking look on her face followed by a sting of questions. “I’m busy.”

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“I see you have been flexing your muscles in the suit,” Mercy remarked from her seated position. The billing smoke form her cigarette ebbed up and drifted just above her before it began to dissipate. “I did say find practical application for the suit for we can get a better read on the level but I didn’t think you’d get mixed up in that gala. You are far more interesting than I had been lead to believe.”

@donna-darkstar​

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Donna looked down at her outfit, frowning at the insult to it as Winn had thrown it together for her, albeit quickly but still. It was better than running around in a ski mask or a cat suit - they just weren’t practical. “I guess….”

Her eyes landed on the business card extended to her before slowly taking it and turning it over in her hand. She could think it over and just not show up….but it couldn’t hurt to see the woman’s ideas right? “Sounds good. I mean…almost too good. You sure you don’t want anything in return?”

Mercy watched the hesitation caking up on Donna’s skeptical features. She’s not completely dim behind the eyes. “Nothing in this world is too good, love. You wearing my tech greatly helps me in the end. A scientist can only study and observe their mastery live and in color. I don’t have the skills that you do so prancing around my flat with it on won’t satisfy my curiosity.”

“Plus, you’ll be protecting the world. Isn’t that enough?”

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Donna couldn’t help but agree with the woman’s logic. Her words were thoughts that Donna had herself, she couldn’t deny that. Her eyes followed her gesture of comradery, “…I’d be foolish to deny an ally.” she admitted slowly, her shoulders relaxing slightly. The woman hadn’t attacked yet so odds were she wasn’t going to.

Mercy…Donna couldn’t remember hearing that name before or any reason to be wary of it. “Darkstar.” she extended in greeting, although she had a feeling the woman knew quite a bit about her.

Yes you would. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. 

Mercy was sure that not all the metas in this city were keen on the glorified ET was encroaching on their hustle. Any member of the surviving Kryptonian line was a threat to the nature course of life. “I’m glad that you can take a chance on me. I promise that you won’t regret it. I mean anything is better than that outfit, honey.” 

“Just lovely.” Even her name sung out with the hope of blackening the sky for that vile alien. “I can understand if you’re tired this evening. We can meet tomorrow at this place,” she produced a sleek black card from her pocket. She was “borrowing” this lab for the time being. “We can go over schematics for the suit and maybe I’ll consider allowing you to help with the aesthetics. Do we have a deal?” 

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“Well no…” Donna stood her ground as the woman stepped out of the shadows, a little unnerving but she didn’t want it to show. This world didn’t trust metas and some of that mistrust extended to supers, so why was this woman so willing to extend such a gift to her? Yes she needed it but should she trust people outside of those she already knew, like Winn?

She glanced down at her dark street clothes and frowned. She never opted to wear a mask and she didn’t have her old suit from Winn right now, so it was more of a risk. “I guess you’re right.” she looked back up at the woman, now more curious than cautious. “Who are you?”

“It’s very dangerous to go into situation without knowing the variables. I know the world isn’t kind to people who are different. Fear is what does it, you know? People kill what they don’t understand. It’s why we hide,” she mentioned between them. “A woman with a brilliant mind is dangerous. Just as dangerous as one who can put her fist through steel. I’d like to be the right side of this exchange. Not a enemy for you but an ally.”

"My name is Mercy,” she offered with an unwavering candor. There was no need to lie to the young vigilante. No one on this earth knew her truths; and Supergirl wasn’t stupid enough to slip her secrets. The emerging taste of vengence seeped onto her tongue knowing that sooner or later the whole gang would be back together. Her little stunt in National City was only the tip of the iceberg. Poor Lena, always the pawn in some long game, maybe one day she would join the right side of this war. 

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dick’s head tilted - watching her every motion curiously, she tried to deliver the demure act and to a non-trained eyes they would have fell for it. but dick grayson grew up with bruce wayne, and he was almost masterful when it came to espionage. pretending to be someone he wasn’t, charming the socks off his targets. he practically perfect the craft, and it came in handy during his undercover work for the police too. she was good, but so was her. “you’re a long way from home.” dick noted with a concise nod. 

“forgive me,” he shook his head, “i didn’t mean it that way. i just want to make sure you get to your home safely.” dick tucked his hand into his pocket, the other hand tucked the contents of the safety box under his arm as she followed her lead. “hotel? so you’re here on a visit?” dick would try his best to pick up as much clues as he could from the fraudulent banter. 

"Aren’t we all? Every step we take brings out farther and farther from this home you speak of. All until we make a new one,” she shrugged. Anya, ever the marksman, didn’t only craft her ability to maim and kill. She strived to perfect the essence of empathy. Not an easy feat for just a jaded woman. Instead, she played pretend until the claws came out. Tonight wasn’t her mark. She was simply a tool for the next set up. 

“You’ve got an obsession with home. Do you long for you own?” Anya remarked. She could feel the air grow thicker with each step. The feathered freaks watched from the darkened alley, all ready, to see this blue eyed fool fall. She almost felt bad for the next few seconds that he wasted on a lie. “What’s in the box? It’s a funny looking briefcase,” she teased. “I’m here for a conference. My colleagues said this place was the best at night. The lights and the silence. A ruse for city life wrapped in the quaint view of a small town. They’re right,” she muttered. “It’s safe to say you’re not a resident of this city either. I can hear it in your accent. You’re a man of the city,” she hummed.  

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donna-darkstar‌:

“I’m just supposed to trust you want to do this…for free?” Donna questioned a bit skeptically, though she had to admit she was tempted. Winn had promised her an upgrade to her suit at one point but then he had to leave town before that could come happen. But who just offered something like this out of the blue? She had simply been wrapping up her patrol when the woman had stopped her in the alleyway with an interesting proposition.

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"You don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right?” Mercy stepped from beneath the thinly veiled shadows. She never would have guessed finding her way on this earth would provide such profitable prospect. Laying low, she followed the chaos that Supergirl brought onto the people of this Earth. It only empowered her desire to follow through with Lex’s dream. Her love still burned brightly for the man who literally could have ruled the world. Superman, and his kin, ruined any chance that she had at happiness. Mercy watched this woman for weeks now as she collected assets and materials from her new benefactor, Alicia Baker. With her genius, they’d craft the warrior who would best serve their converging interests. Mercy didn’t care about bettering the world. She just wanted it to be rid of Supergirl. 

“I mean you’re out here in fighting in plain clothes. I don’t know a whole hell of a lot about vigilantism but I do know that’s one stupid way to get made. You have potential and I want to see good people protected by someone with your talents.” 

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dick’s chin jutted forward, his body relaxing to conceal any movements he might attempt as he held the contents of the storage locker in his hands. “a bit too cold for my taste.” dick answered, not so lackluster as her tone had been, but cautious, none of his usual lightness that usually colored his jabs. “i’m more of a summer nights guy myself.”

dick slowly turned around to face the woman - and even as he laid eyes on her he knew it wasn’t just her, someone else was there, lurking in the shadows their eyes burning holes into the back of his head. he was on high alert, his attention divided between the sure thread in front of him and the uncertain threat he was currently trying to identify with innocuous motions to scan the open area around him.

“it’s not safe to be out alone in this part of the city.” dick instructed with his authoritative detective grayson tone, “is there anywhere i can make sure you get to safely?” the way she carried herself told dick she didn’t need an escort, but he’d carry on the light banter until one of them dropped the act.

"There’s something exciting about the cold.” Anya mused. She was never the kind that liked to drag out the kill with all the frilly, nonsensical lulling into submission. The blade would do the work at the very end of this. What’s the point in wasting one’s breath? Orders are orders. She focused on the man with a glinting lust in her eyes. “I mean it makes us work for every step until we reach the warmth.” Anya bowed her head with a feigned bashfulness. “We’re from different world, I suppose. Hub City isn’t nearly as cold as Moscow.” 

Dick’s hyper vigilance tickled Anya’s sense of humor. He had no idea what they had in store for the lone star urban cowboy this evening. 

“How very forward of you,” she dared to drew closer to him. “Я не тот, кто нуждается в защите.” A greedy grin curled up on her lips. “My hotel is just down the block. I wouldn’t mind an escort. You seem like a capable man.”