Jon seethed with a potent mix of rage, fury, and sheer terror. It wasn't directed at you, not in the slightest. No, his anger was reserved solely for Luthor. How in the world had that despicable man managed to obtain Kryptonite? Jon had stumbled upon you in a dimly lit alley, not too far from one of the towering Lexcorp buildings in Metropolis. Your usually vibrant complexion had paled, and a necklace adorned with the dreaded substance, Kryptonite, hung around your neck. Jon's anger intensified. Why would Luthor stoop so low? He knew the man harbored animosity towards their father, and perhaps even Conner, but you were innocent in all of this.

"Hey," Jon muttered through clenched teeth, forcefully tearing the necklace from your neck and flinging it away. The touch of the Kryptonite felt like searing fire against his skin, but he paid it no mind. He would endure anything for you. "Hey, look at me," Jon pleaded, cradling your face in his trembling hands. "You're okay, yeah? Talk to me. What happened?"