As much as Lobo hated that damn blue Boy Scout, Superman wasn’t wrong. Lobo did think everyone was as bad as him, deep down. He thought that everyone was as depraved, violent, and sadistic as he was.

Except you.

Never you.

You were special. Lobo didn’t have a reason, you were just special. Like the Space Dolphins. It was your nature.

“Hey babes,” Lobo smirked, leaning over the back of the couch while one large hand played with your hair. “Whatcha doin’?”