Fandom: DC Comics
Prompt: Phrases #3, Fragile as a dream
Word Count: About two hundred.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me; it's the other way around.
Summary: It couldn't have gone any other way.
You grew even more invulnerable over time, humans even more creative in their search of ways to destroy you.
You weren't the only metahuman in the planet, but you were by far the most powerful, and that -subtly at first but not for long- made humans partition the concept into heroes, villains and you.
You were fine with that. It was too dangerous for them to fight alongside you, and since your adoptive parents' early death, you had found little need for human contact anyway.
There was a whole culture, yours, to absorb in your Fortress of El. Too much too learn in the hours you didn't spend defending humankind from their enemies and mistakes.
After the LexOil spillover, it was only natural for you to declare Antartica under your protection. You could hear the outrage from all over the world -the LexMedia empire, led by the Daily Planet, was highly efficient- but you didn't really care.
When they first attacked you, it took you five hours to defeat their mercenaries, as well as the heroes that had joined the fight when the battle reached their cities.
You flew back to your home disgusted by the violence and destruction they had done to themselves in their mistrust of you. Leaving your robotic servants protecting your territory's perimeter, you dedicated yourself to your studies.
You didn't really realize how much they feared and hated you. How much of a blank check they had given Luthor. President, CEO, acting Secretary General Luthor. Then the smart antimatter bombs stared raining over your house, and its self-defense mechanisms engaged.
You survived, barely.
It saddens you, sometimes.