You Know Her?
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Jon’s face is the color of strawberry milk left out in the sun, half turned to cheese. A blotchy mess of adolescent discomfort. Damian takes satisfaction in knowing that this conversation will provide ammunition for decades.
He eyes the frilly polka dot banner blown wide on the largest screen in the batcave. Jon, the idiot, had opted into automatically connecting to the manor’s wi-fi. Out of boredom and an antagonistic spirit, Damian decided to entertain himself by flipping through his friend’s watch history in full view of anyone queued into Bat-net. He anticipated a myriad of hilarious scenarios, but what he finds is more curious still.
A girl with big white teeth beams prettily from the center of the screen. Her video’s thumbnail features the smile that built her brand. He recognizes her, though not initially from the cosmetics line and beauty content she’s been making for years.
“Tell me again how you happened into this?”
“C’mon, Damian,” Jon says. He’s being a good sport, in spite of his embarrassment. “Take that down! My soap’s not as fancy as yours. Mom told me to look up some skincare brands and she’d get me the stuff. I liked Lulu’s edi-”
“You call her Lulu?” Damian interrupts. It gets better.
Jon’s losing some patience now. “Shut up, man! You watch all kinds a’ things on parts of the internet that I never wanna find. So what if I watch a makeup channel?”
“It’s not that you watch a makeup channel, Jon,” Damian begins to clarify, starting the video and listening for a particular accent. “Though, I wonder what your Kansas Dad from Smallville, Kansas thinks of that. It’s more the channel you chose.”
Hers wasn’t as strong as her mother’s, but Damian didn’t have Kryptonian hearing. Regardless, he could tell.
They watch a while in silence, Jon growing increasingly restless as the charismatic young woman on screen jokes and winks millions of dollars into her pocket.
“You really don’t recognize her?”
“As somebody other than Lulu from the Lulu Smiles brand? No.”
Damian shakes his head, an anticipatory grin sharp on his face. “That’s Lucy Quinzel, Jon. That’s the Joker’s daughter.”
