#int. lena luthor.

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@exspiritment​

      lena watches carefully. lex has had his fingers in a few pies - some she knew about, others... less so. it wouldn’t be completely out of his wheelhouse to be dipping into something like this; genetic engineering, eugenics... it all ties into his obsession with the kryptonians. but that was then and this is now and lexcorp is long fucking gone. so. lena enters her office and stops in her stride short behind her desk. 

      “spirit harris, i presume. welcome to l-corp. i trust my assistant has offered you tea, coffee, that sort of thing?” 

[crowcut]

@exposestruth​

       ❛  don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like you’re ten seconds away from an aneurysm.  ❜

[wristful]

i know i don’t say it enough, but thank you. / lena.

she looks at the incredible mess of detritus littered over her office floor and the congealing pile of... goo? in the corner, lost somewhere in the mish-mash of computer parts, brick and glass, and her stunningly expensive mahogany desk and shrugs. " don't mention it, supergirl. "

( congeniality is the key: not letting on you know the truth, even when it's killing you, is the important part to play. )

[wristful]

why did you lie for me? / lena

great question, well poised. her therapist might say it was an act of kindness and lex would call it a moment of weakness, but lena doesn't really see it as either; it's nothing to her to be blamed for another's mistakes. it happens every day. and alex is a good person in a rough spot, who deserves to be able to keep her head held high without being second guessed every step of the way. it's not a luxury lena has ever been afforded - so what's one more?

" it seemed like the right thing to do. "

[wristful]

you’ve been acting strange since this morning. / lena.

" define strange? " lena asks without looking up from the lab reports; it's all promising stuff and backed up by test data from tokyo that really she needs to sit down and go through herself. that's hard to do in the deo but she's making it work. one of the key distractions is standing, talking, less than two feet away in a giant red cape and impractical boots; i saw lex last night, she almost confesses. i flew to strykers and i saw him and i don't know what to do about the fact i don't hate him.

" -- just a bad dream. nothing to worry about. "

[wristful]

should i admit i’m curious about you? (lena!)

" well, i'm an intriguing woman, so cut yourself some slack. " lena smiles, kindly, letting the other woman off the hook behind a sip of her wine. she means it as a joke, a play off, because in all honesty lena doesn't see herself as some great mystery. she's just a girl doing the best for herself that she can. " i'm an open book. really, any friend of kara's is a friend of mine. "

[wristful]

you spent $18 million in two years and had two houseboats on the seine. 🤥 chump change for lena

lena rolls her eyes and sips at her wine, pointedly not looking in winn or nia's direction (matching gawking stares, with the comic wide eyes and dropped jaw to boot, as if they almost forgot just how obscenely rich lena is; sometimes she wonders if she should be more aware of it, if she shouldn't be embarrassed by the sheer wealth she has amassed and inherited).

"first of all, i was sixteen - you give any sixteen year old that amount of money for a gap year and they're going to drag it out and do stupid things." she had spent almost the entire time ping ponging between paris, florence and madrid, eating focaccia and drinking wine and avoiding her mother's phonecalls. "and secondly, they weren't houseboats. one was a motor yacht and the other was an a class rater. don't be so dramatic, kara, god."

[wristful]

@rejectory​ / bruce wayne.

    “-- mr. wayne, as i live and breathe.”   lena is an impeccable host; she meets him halfway into the office and indulges in a wide smile. she keeps the handshake short and steps back into her chair -- this office is not big, not ostentatious, it’s a subtle power hinted at with a backdrop of gotham. she hopes he appreciates the set up. she isn’t setting up an l-corp office here to take wayne enterprises to the mattresses, after all, she intends to inspire partnership and productivity and you get the drift. lena gestures at the gawkish assistant in the doorway (christ, i miss jess) for coffee and redirects her smile back to bruce.   “thank you for coming down. it’s been a while.”