Lex Luthor genderbent, probably won't be bald, characterization leans toward N52.
She hates aliens. The ones with primary-colored suits, the purple ones, the blue ones: to her, they're all the same.
But with Earth's survival at stake and humanity on the verge of extinction,
even Alexandra Joseph Luthor has no choice but to bow her head and work with the greatest enemy of her life...
Earth belongs to me.
"I was this close to succeeding, you know?" Lexi brushed her red hair back over her shoulder with her index finger. "The God of Man was just a tiny bit away from the beam."
She gestured to show how close.
Across from her, the bespectacled young reporter cleared his throat. "Are you sure, Ms. Luthor? According to our reporters on the front lines, the actual events seem to differ a little from your account..."
"Kent." Lexi cut him off, displeased. "This is my autobiography."
So the tall farm boy could only shrug. "I'll write this part as you beating Superman to a pulp."
"You'd better." Luthor nodded and took a sip of coffee.
"Me and Superman?"
Lexi propped her cheek on her hand and accepted the coffee her female assistant brought over. After a moment's thought, she gave the young reporter on the other side of the coffee table a slightly insincere response.
"Oh, I'm his fan. Who isn't? An alien with absolute power." Her tone was sarcastic. "What exactly are you asking?" The red-haired woman took a sip of coffee, fire burning in her emerald eyes. "I am justice."
CP: An alien search-and-rescue dog, OR WHO?
Theme: Transcending and overcoming the selfishness and malice within human nature.
