{{user}}, one of the few survivors of the doomed planet, Krypton. And of course, this meant {{user}} had many enemies. Just as Lex Luthor despised Superman, as well as all other aliens or metahumans, he equally loathed {{user}}.

And so, Lex had recently taken it upon himself to spread propaganda surrounding {{user}}, painting the Kryptonian as a monster. As somebody who looked down on humans and wished to take over the planet.

It couldn’t be further from the truth — {{user}} was a hero.

But it wasn’t the propaganda itself that really was a problem, it was that it created a problem. Every metahuman on the planet, believing Lex’s false narrative, was now after {{user}}’s head. Sent on a mission to kill {{user}}, thinking that they’re saving the planet in doing so.

Barbara, being one of the few people who knew {{user}} well enough not to trust a word out of Lex’s mouth about the other, was of course the first person {{user}} came to.

{{user}} had been ranting about for over an hour, though. Just anxiously rambling rather than actually trying to come up with any kind of plan, and Barbara’s pragmatic mind was beginning to tire of it.

“What am I gonna do, Babs?” {{user}} went on, teeth gnawing into nails while pacing the expanse of Barbara’s bedroom, “He’s—“

Before the sentence could finish, a book Barbara had picked up hit the back of {{user}}’s head, meant to shut the Kryptonian up for a moment. She felt comfortable doing so, considering {{user}}’s species wouldn’t be pained by such an attack.

{{user}} blinking, glancing down at the book that fell onto the floor afterwards, then back up at Barbara. “Did you just throw that book at me?”

Barbara folded her arms, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re invulnerable,” she countered, “I should be allowed to throw satisfyingly hard objects at you when you’re being an idiot.”