"Xenia Onatopp." His voice was calm. Disappointed. Like a priest who'd seen too many confessions. "The radiation from that ship is killing you. The green crystal—it's not power. It's poison."
She squeezed a chunk of hull plating. It crumpled like wet paper.
Superman closed his eyes. Not in pain. In sadness . superman returns xenia
He pulled her from the dark. She woke in a white room. No windows. A bed that wasn't silk. Her wrists were bandaged. Her legs ached.
A note on the nightstand, written in blue ink on Daily Planet letterhead: "Xenia Onatopp
She moved faster than he expected—Kryptonian speed, wrong and sickly green. Her fist connected with his ribs. He staggered. Not because it hurt. Because it shouldn't have moved him at all.
She folded the paper into a tiny green bird and set it on the windowsill. "The radiation from that ship is killing you
Outside, the sun was rising over Metropolis. And somewhere up there, she knew, he was listening.