“All right, that’s enough,” Lena snapped, hitting the pause button before another well-produced, yet poorly scripted commercial could start playing on the Smart TV. “Just how many of these do you expect me to watch?”
“As many as it takes,” Lex said in that familiar tone of his—chiding, endeared, brotherly. “No better teacher for how this world works than the world itself.”
“I already understand how this world works,” Lena said. “Forgive me if I don’t want to engage with these masturbatory video clips of yours.”
Lex just laughed and offered Lena a glass of champagne that she promptly refused with a venomous glare. “I thought you wanted LuthorCorp to be a force for good.”
“L-Corp was a force for good,” Lena retorted. “This—” she waved at the giant flat screen before them—“is just you re-writing yourself as the hero of the story.”
“You know, most people would be grateful,” Lex said, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
“Why would I—”
“I saved you,” Lex said in a snarl, the champagne flute creaking as his grip tightened around it. “I did for you what you couldn’t do for yourself. What Supergirl couldn’t even do. I brought you back.”
Lena swallowed and waited. Just watched, as her brother slowly gathered his patience back up.
“You always do this, Lena,” Lex said, chuckling to himself once more. “You’re never happy, even when I do all these things for your sake.”
“You didn’t do this for me,” Lena said quietly. “You did for yourself, and you know it.”
Lex tossed back the champagne with a hum and air of nonchalance. “One more video,” he said. “Just one more and we’ll go from there.”
Lena sighed, but dropped the remote into Lex’s outstretched hand. It wasn’t long before the next clip was being queued up: an interview with LuthorCorp’s head of engineering.
Lena watched herself nodding on screen, brow slightly furrowed as she listened intently to the interviewer’s question.
“Well, we’ve always considered our mission to be about family,” the Lena on screen was saying in reply. “Obviously, LuthorCorp’s always been a family business, but with the DEO’s help, we’re able to lend a helping hand to many more members of our community. It’s like National City is our extended family, if you will.”
“Am I joke to you?” Lena demanded, over the laughter of the two women on screen. “Or is this really how you see me?”
But Lex just shook his head and held a finger to his lips. “Watch.”
Lena did, and the focus of the interview slowly veered into much more familiar, if mildly irksome territory.
“So, you’ve been working closely with Supergirl lately,” the interviewer said, smile suddenly conspiratorial. “Does she ever get jealous?”
“Does who get jealous?” The Lena on screen asked, echoing Lena’s own thoughts.
Lena felt her stomach drop, even as she saw the more personable version of herself laugh graciously in a way she never could during her own interviews.
“Kara… well, she knows she’s very special to me,” that Lena said, the corner of her lips quirking up in amusement. “So, no, I don’t think she gets jealous ever.”
The conversation continues, but Lena’s already checked out, her ears ringing, heart thumping uncomfortably in her chest. She looked back over at her brother who was already flashing her the brightest of grins.
“Don’t say I never gave you anything.”