Who:Lexmas!Lana Lang and [OPEN to Bart Allen, Kara Zor-El or Jack Landors] What: Lana is very angry. Thanks a lot Smallville! Where: The mansion. When: Evening, the day after Lexmas airs. Rating: We'll go highish, for language that will probably come. Violence too, but not against a person. Violence against the inanimate!
Lana was pissed, to say the least, and at the moment she was taking it out on a punching bag. Earlier she and Kara had a bonfire, complete with s'mores, and burned every single one of Lex's Warrior Angel comics, among other things. Despite the fact that she doubted they had much value to the Lex who had formerly been here, it felt good.
What she couldn't understand is how he could have made the choice he did. He knew very well it was the pursuit of money and power that made his father the man he was. How could he decide that was what matter in life, even if he could have saved her life if he had the money.That was a whole other subject, and it made her punch even harder. Everyone I love is dead, he'd said. He didn't love the Kents, or Chloe, or their children. Just her, apparently. She didn't call that love. It was obsession, obsession that blinded him to what was obviously the choice that pushed him to be everything everyone had kept telling her he was. In all honesty, she didn't know if she was more angry at him for being so depraved or at herself for being so blind to it.