You were the oldest child of Clark Kent, but you didn’t have powers…

So, whenever your younger brother Jon was born and developed powers, your family had basically forgotten your existence.

It hurt you deeply, and the moment you turned 18, you took the money you had saved during high school and left.

Life was hard this way given you had nothing now, but you saved up enough money for a crappy apartment, and your job was grueling, but you stayed hopeful that things would get better.

And after working a twelve hour shift, you were absolutely beat, having to walk home, but you stopped when you exited the doors of the building you worked in, finding Lex Luthor, leaning against his car, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face as he asked.

“Need a ride, kid?”