#lena luthor II

[argoscity]

SUPERMAN (2023) #22 written by Joshua Williamson art by Dan Mora

[why-i-love-comics]

Superman #22 - "Blast From the Past" (2025)

written by Joshua Williamson art by Dan Mora & Alejandro Sanchez

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt: “Match is technically also a Luthor”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Match slants his eyes back to Luthor, who still just looks indulgently amused and does not seem inclined to correct his . . . whatever Lena is. She called him “Father”, but since Luthor’s also referred to himself as both Superboy’s and his father, that isn’t necessarily trustworthy intel. 

Also, if nothing else, Lena clearly doesn’t know his assignment or understand his purpose here any better than he does, so that also implies her to be a poor source of intel. 

“Am I her replacement bodyguard?” he asks Luthor skeptically, because admitting he doesn’t know something is better than making a mistake. 

Probably. 

“Right now, you’re her babysitter,” Luthor replies dryly, then pauses and amends, “Or she’s yours. I’m still unclear on your capacity for long-term independent function, to be honest, and I wouldn’t trust the opinions of the idiots who plagiarized you even if I had bothered to read them. We’ll fit in some independent cognitive tests at some point this week, I suppose.” 

“. . . ‘cognitive’ tests,” Match repeats blankly. “Cognitive” is the last thing the Agenda ever cared about testing him on, because he isn’t supposed to be–he isn’t thinking about anything. Obviously. 

Physical tests would make sense. Combat assessments, physical readings, DNA scans; that kind of thing. 

. . . then again, he supposes Luthor already knows everything that’s in his DNA, doesn’t he. 

Assuming the Agenda “plagiarized” him well enough, anyway. 

“To start, yes,” Luthor says. “For now, if anything goes wrong, the security system will alert me. Don’t let her eat too much sugar. Or eat too much sugar yourself.” 

“. . . I have no idea what ‘too much’ sugar is for either of our metabolisms,” Match says. 

“I’m sure you can google something,” Luthor says, giving him a wry look. 

“I have no idea what that is either,” Match says. He doesn’t like admitting not knowing things, for obvious reasons, but also there is no possible way that Lex Luthor can’t pronounce “googol” correctly, and also he can’t imagine how a googol would even be relevant to whatever the hell Luthor is saying anyway. 

“Hm,” Luthor says, his eyes narrowing slightly. Match does not let his hackles raise. “I should’ve murdered more people in that lab, apparently.” 

“Google Search is a web-based service operated by the American multinational corporation Google LLC as the most popular search engine globally and most-visited website in the world,” Lena informs him promptly, ineffectively pulling at his hands again and using her full weight in a entirely fruitless attempt to get him to move. “It has a share of ninety-two percent of the search engine market and its parent company’s current net worth is valued at 1.97 trillion dollars.” 

. . . that seems like something that should’ve been covered in his uploads, yes, Match thinks, eyeing her warily. Assuming she’s actually correct, anyway, which–again, she’s been a poor source of intel so far. 

. . . is that even normal information for a kindergarten-aged child to have, either way? Especially one who’s not even intelligent enough to realize how futile trying to drag a telekinetic metaweapon twice her size around without any enhancements of her own is? Match has no idea.

[luthwhore]

Action Comics #1066

by Joshua Williamson & Rafa Sandoval

[daydreamerdrew]

Lena Luthor II spottings in Superman (2023) #22

[bizarroidea]

[bisupergirl]

in a perfect world they'd be throwing eggs at lex together

[orange-s-mario]

young luthors

I think it'd be interesting if all of them coexisted and met each other. (though you'd probably have to give Lex Jr the superman backstory or something so that he can survive lexor's destruction)

[athanasia-things]

[lafoget]

if lena is an adult again, well, a teen then at least twelve years have passed since “our worlds at war”, right? or did she mature faster because of brainiac's technology? oh please don't tell me that this event now happened when dick and titans were children jfc williamson i'm truly grateful but why do you always leave so many timeline mess behind you

p.s. i hope at least someone will finally introduce kon to his sister

[imagine-lcorp]

Perfect Sense (Part II)

A/N: Helo my beautiful beans, always lovely to come back. You know I'm not gone, there's still so much to write, and thank you all for your patience, i love you and appreciate you like you have no idea. Here's part 2 of this fic, enjoy and let me know what you think :)

Lena Luthor x  R//Word Count: 2,355

Part I - Part II - Part III

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People in National City were used to seeing many things and, after a couple of alien invasions, they should have been less impressed by you, a giant werewolf running along the streets. However, people erupted in screams and cries as you moved along the streets, disoriented and overwhelmed.

The sounds of traffic, the constant honking of cars, screams and loud conversations. The strong smells of gasoline, smoke and trash, all mixed. The bright colors of the lights blinding you and bringing you sour memories. A frustrated growl escaped you, everything too much as you wandered without knowing where to go, and things didn't get better as you heard a new burst of screams behind you. Black vans moved within the traffic of the city, rushing to catch up to you, leaving more chaos behind. You soon realized you were once again a target and turned around, running as fast as you could.

With desperation building inside of you, you jumped to the side of a building, digging your claws into concrete walls, crawling your way up to the rooftop. Adrenaline started to pump into your system once the first shots at you were fired. Bullets impacted on the walls, a few flying too close to you. But you didn't dare stop or look back, concentrating instead on reaching the top of the building. That's why you didn't see the blur of red and blue that flew around and managed to overturn a couple of the black vans and was now headed in your direction.

It hit you before your hand could reach the edge of the rooftop and it knocked the air out of your lungs as it sent you flying across the street. In a few seconds, you fell on top of a parked car, crushing it as you then landed on the floor among shattered crystal. It took a second for your instincts to take over, making you take a defensive stance as you got up. You couldn't think as you looked frantically around for any clues of what had hit you.

"Going somewhere?" You head a voice and your eyes landed on a blonde woman, dressed in red and blue, standing a few meters away from you.

Behind her were the remains of the few vans that had been following you. You growled in response, showing your sharp teeth. If she was a friend or foe you couldn't say, and you were not going to stay to find out. Two took a step backwards, thinking the best way to make your exit, but she seemed to notice it.

"Be a good pup and stay where you are, alright?" She took a step forward. You didn't move but growled once again, your claws poking out enough for her to see. Then she raised both hands, trying to ease you with the gesture. "Easy, we don't have to fight."

You understood indedd there was no need to fight but you also understood this woman, whoever she was, had no intention to let you escape. So you stood there for a moment, debating what to do to when you caught it. You raised your nose and sniffled the air, the scent so subtle you would have lost it if you had left. With a deep breath, you inhaled it. Sweet and fresh, just like you had smell it on the fabric Dr. Jeremiah had given you. The scent. It was coming from that woman.

But it wasn't her.

The alarms went off in you head as you imagined this being a trap. A carefully crafted setting to test you outside the rooms you already knew, facing a new opponent designed to stand against you. It was a dreadful thought, that your only chance at being free was nothing but the definite test, to prove yourself one last time.

And if that was the case, you swore, she wasn't going to stop you and you were not going back.

The blond woman raised her brows, impressed as . She heard the sound of cracking bones u

The blond woman was ready for retaliation and raised her brows, impressed as she watched your claws and teeth get bigger. She didn't even flinch when your bones cracked under your skin, making you grew in size, revealing yourself as the dreadful beast that would have made your makers proud. Your dug your claws into the asphalt like knives on butter and your pitch black eyes were set on her you as you sprinted in her direction. She was confident it would be easy to deal with you and waited patiently for you. However, she was surprised when, instead of charging against her, you leaped high over her head to land and continue running behind her.

She followed your movements, rolling her neck and turning around to see where you were headed. She knew it would be impossible for you to outrun her if that was your plan but she started to truly worry when a black car stopped in the middle of the street, right behind where police officers were now gathering to help. From one of the back doors, a woman was getting out of the car, someone she recognized instantly.

Lena had been a few blocks away, heading to her apartment when she heard the commotion in the streets. She guessed Kara was dealing with something and it just took her a few minutes to reach her location, ready to help her friend. Although she never expected to come face to face with such a creature once she put a foot out of her car.

It was there. You ran. The scent. You kept running. Sweet and fresh, strong and clear.

All your will to fight against the blond girl was replaced by the urgency of following the scent. As soon as it had hit your nose you felt like it was a miracle, one of those improbable things Dr. Jeremiah used to talk about with you. Run and don't stop. Not until you find her, he had said and you were holding into that for dear life. Supergirl, didn't see this as a good sign, seeing as you were now three times your size, and that you still had that wild frantic stare.

Lena gasped at your figure fast approaching towards her and Kara used her superspeed to drag you away from her. She stood near her car as you were tossed away on the street like you were a giant scary plushie. You went back on your feet and looked at them both, growling and showing all your teeth. Particularly at Kara who looked back at you, surprised at how fast you seemed to recover from her punches.

"What is that?" Lena asked as Kara came to her side.

"I don't know. Werewolf?" Kara frowned confused.

Neither of them got the chance to further speculate as a line of big black cargo vans gathered in the distance. The heavy artillery was coming and Lena noted the way you turned around with a resemblance of panic in your furry face. The vans stopped, their rooftops opened and men with seemingly hunting rifles erupted from inside them, aiming their scopes at you, but also at Kara and Lena.

Chaos ensued as the first bullets flew. Kara felt one hit her shoulder as she shielded Lena, sending her a step back. With a horrified look Lena realized Kara was bleeding and she held Kara as her legs seemed to falter. Lena quickly tried to move them to her car, it was blinded so it would give them time to figure out what to do. Kara held her cape over them with her other arm, providing whatever protection she could as Lena opened the door. On the backseats they heard more shots but Lena ignored them as she closed the door and checked Kara's wound. It was superficial but the bullet had managed to tear through her suit and skin. With a deeper look at it, she discovered a few tiny green particles glowing at the edges of Kara's suit.

"Kryptonite." Lena whispered but Kara could still hear her.

"How do they got kryptonite?" Kara winced as Lena grabbed her arm.

"My mother…" Lena mused. "She's the only one that could have access to it. They must be from Cadmus, the creature too."

More bullets impacted against the car and they turned their heads to see little cracks forming on the windows. The Cadmus vans were approaching slowly, their shooters aiming confidently at them. Whatever kind of bullets they had, besides the kryptonite ones, they were going to reach them in no time. And adding to it, Lena caught sight of you running towards her car.

She noticed then a couple of shooters following your movements, pointing their guns at you as you ran in zigzag along the street. She wondered if they were trying to hunt you too and, if so, why would Cadmus hunt it's own creature. But Lena couldn't keep up with her musings as another round of bullets finally shattered the windows.

She covered herself with her arm and pushed Kara to the side so they wouldn't get hit by the broken crystal. It wasn't looking good for them, with Kara without her powers and Lena without a real plan of action, their last safe space had been breached. When she turned around again Lena could see the way the shooters prepared their weapons, the way you kept running towards them. They had get out of there.

Lena hurried Kara to get out through the other door, determined to keep her friend away from further danger. They were barely out when they heard more shots. Lena flinched, pushing Kara down to cover her and expecting to feel the sting of a bullet. When it didn't come, Lena turned around. Her jaw almost dropped when she found your enormous figure standing in front of the car, covering it.

You had sprinted again a second before the Cadmus goons started to shot, jumping left and right along the street, trying to get closer to her. Bullets flew but only a couple managed to hit you and you didn't even feel them as you rushed towards the car. Only when you reached the car and stood in front of it you felt a whole round on you. If you were hurt, Lena couldn't tell. You stood your ground, covering what you could with your body. You were protecting them, she realized with some confusion.

"What's going on?" Kara asked as she turned for a moment.

"Just keep moving." Lena held Kara as she turned again to watch out her own steps. "We need to get away from them."

You heard her and looked briefly at them, or rather at her, the black haired woman whose scent you had to follow. She pushed through the chaos of the streets helping the blond woman who was struggling with her steps now. They look on their faces told you they were worried and maybe a bit scared, something you understood too well. As you heard the shooters preparing another round you knew you had to do something to keep both women safe. So you turned around and did the only thing you had always known to do best. Fight them.

Kara and Lena found shelter around a corner. Despite Kara's initial protests, Lena convinced her of waiting for back up, and she seized the opportunity to look at you from a safe distance. Poking her head our from behind the corner and the line of parked cars in front of them, she watched as you ran back to the attackers. However, her suspicions became clearer as your stance turned more agressive. She saw you leap and charge against them, growling and showing more teeth she had ever seen in any animal. She saw you take out with ease the shooters from the roofs of the vans with your giant jaws, tossing them to the ground and chewing what you could to incapacitate them. Even as the target of more and more bullets, with your body you shoved the van against each other or overturned them. The men that managed to get out of them received the same treatment of your jaws and teeth. You were done soon enough. So quickly in fact that the calvary, Alex and the DEO teams, arrived only to witness what was left of it.

Lena grabbed Kara, trying to ignore for a moment your omnious presence, to take her to her sister. They needed to take the kryptonite out of her. Meanwhile, DEO teams were mobilizing around you but their movement alerted you and, before they could figure out what to do, you ran again.

You ran towards Lena.

Kara's instincts kicked in as she saw you. She took a step forward, standing between you and Lena, because even without her powers she wasn't going to let you attack her best friend. But then Lena moved too, pulling Kara behind her as she took a step forward. She stood her ground, placing herself in front of Kara as you charged against them.

"Stop!" Lena screamed at the top of her lungs.

You didn't know if it had been the order itself, after years of conditioning, or the way she had commanded you to do so, but your whole body immediately froze. Almost comically, you stretched your four legs and skidded a few meters, your claws leaving long marks on the concrete before coming to a halt in front of both of them. You lowered your butt and sat in front of them like a well trained dog, leaving whoever was near to see it speechless.

Kara watched surprised and confused as you tried to catch your breath. Blood poured out of your mouth and from the holes the bullets had left on your skin, which were now healing with incredible speed.

"How did you do it?" Kara asked letting out a breath.

"I don't really know." Lena kept looking at you, her mind racing to put all the pieces of the puzzle together. "But I'm going to find out."

[xenaisnumber1]

In honor of pride month, all the w/w ships I was obsessed with during the year.

[why-i-love-comics]

Superwoman Special #1 - "Secret Origin" (2024)

written by Joshua Williamson art by Edwin Galmon, Laura Braga, Nikola Cizmesjia, & Rex Lokus

[suzukiblu]

Match won my "who should I write about tomorrow?" poll, so here's some more of "Match is technically also a Luthor". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Most people are idiots,” Match says, because that’s an objective, observable fact. Luthor laughs, which is–startling, frankly, and makes Match immediately leery. He doesn’t know what to expect from that. 

“Come on!” Lena complains huffily, tugging at his hands again. Match continues not to move, because he cannot think of a single thing that makes less sense than the idea of following her. Just . . . what. What does she even want, exactly? 

He really, really doesn’t know what six year-olds are like. He only has a rough idea of her physiological age at all because of his uploads, not because he actually knows a literal single thing about children. 

Luthor still just seems amused, though, and clearly the bodyguards aren’t going to interfere, so . . . 

What is he even supposed to do here, exactly? 

Aside from avoid open combat, apparently. 

“Lysaaaaanderrrrr,” Lena whines, which seems like a significant waste of time. The designation is already long enough without her dragging it out even more. She’s also still attempting to drag him, which seems like something she should also have noticed as being a waste of time. “Don’t you wanna come draw with me?” 

“No,” Match says, absolutely fucking mystified by both why she’d expect him to want to do that and why she’d want him to want to do it. At least, it seems like that’s what she wants. Lena immediately looks offended. 

“Why not?!” she demands indignantly. “You’re the baby, you’re supposed to wanna do what I do!” 

. . . that can not be an accurate statement. On so, so many levels.

[luthwhore]

he got the brain scramblies after he melted brainiac’s mind :(

[daydreamerdrew]

Superman (2023) #20

to be honest, I’m now thinking that giving a reformed Lex amnesia is a good way to test his changed morals, seeing how they hold up when he can’t be really be manipulative and scheme.

and it reminds me of another amnesiac Lex story that involved Lena, which was one of her only 3 appearances, until she got brought back in this book, from after she was reverted back to being a baby at the end of the Our Worlds At War event.

this story took place when Lex was President. after he got amnesia he developed an anti-corporate worldview, which is antithetical to his typical worldview, but he maintained his ordinary belief that “power and influence” were “his birthright” and he became jealous of Superman when they ‘first’ met. he also had no filter and actually became even more blatantly egotistical.

Adventures of Superman (1987) #600, published in January 2002

he’s eventually brought out of this state by being confronted with Lena. Clark is dismissive of Lex’s relationship with Lena at this point, so it’s actually Talia Al Ghul’s idea to do that.

Adventures of Superman (1987) #600

that Lex “was never one for diapers and mid-night feedings isn’t true. the first time that Lena was a baby he was typically portrayed as trying to take care of her as much as he could, both enjoying being with her but also wanting her to only be attached to him. he didn’t want to have any competition for her love. he had Lena be cared for by others minimally and had her kept nearby to him during those times.

Lena has so few appearances in her second stint as a baby that we don’t get much of a picture of what Lex’s parenting looked like then.

at the end of this story Lex was angry with Superman over getting his memories back, missing the “freedom” he experienced without them. and it’s interesting to me that this is expressed by Lex both throwing the wig was wearing, which is a representative of the “Alex” identity he lost, and hitting a picture of Lena, who is really who allowed him to be brought back to himself.

Adventures of Superman (1987) #600

I don’t think that Joshua Williamson is necessarily that interested in working with Lex’s characterization from this period. but considering that this was Lena’s very last comic appearance before he brought her back, that he’s now chosen to do a Lex amnesia storyline, and that Lena is the one trying to help Lex regain his memories- I think this story could possibly have some influence on where the storyline goes.