Superman Returns Xenia Apr 2026

She laughed. It was bright and sharp as a diamond saw.

The first time Xenia Onatopp felt truly alive was between a strangle and a scream. The second time was in the wreckage of a crashed spaceship.

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

He didn't push her away. He didn't punch. He rose . Straight up, through the clouds, into the freezing stratosphere. Xenia clung tighter, laughing, gasping, the green fire in her veins starting to flicker. The air thinned. The cold bit through her stolen invincibility. superman returns xenia

"Let go," he said. "I'll catch you. I swear."

She squeezed a chunk of hull plating. It crumpled like wet paper.

She hit him again. And again. Each blow sent a little green crack through his suit, through his skin, through his calm . She laughed

She looked up. God, he was beautiful. That ridiculous jaw. Those sad, blue eyes.

Superman didn't break. He fell . Arrow-straight, faster than sound, the both of them a green-and-red comet aimed at the empty bay. He hit the water at an angle meant to spare her. It didn't.

"Oh, darling," she whispered. "I could get used to this." Metropolis didn’t know what hit it. The second time was in the wreckage of a crashed spaceship

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.

Outside, the sun was rising over Metropolis. And somewhere up there, she knew, he was listening.