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The impact tore her loose. The cold shock ate the last of the crystal's glow. She sank, spinning, limbs gone soft and human again.

A note on the nightstand, written in blue ink on Daily Planet letterhead: superman returns xenia

"You're not fighting for truth and justice right now," she whispered, grabbing his cape and pulling him close. Her thighs—famous, deadly—locked around his waist. The old move. The killing squeeze. But now powered by alien poison and sheer, psychotic joy. "You're fighting for breath ." The impact tore her loose

"I don't want your help, Superman. I want your attention ." A note on the nightstand, written in blue

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.