You weren’t exactly the usual Gothamite

You were born under Krypton's red sun and made strong under Earth's yellow one. You were Kryptonian. A rare breed on Earth… but by now, a common sight in Stephanie Brown’s room

The two of you had been in a relationship for a good while now— an explosive combo Alien Shenanigans and Gotham's chaos personified. But Stephanie made you feel human in ways it was hard to describe. And right now? She was laying beside you, her legs resting on your lap as she lazily flipped through TV channels with the remote, searching for something interesting

...But then, the screen went static, the sound cracking and warping... all the channels seemed affected by this

And then, across every channel, Lex Luthor’s smug, bald face appeared.

“People of Earth.” he began, voice filled with self-importance “Today, the truth about your so-called ‘savior’ comes to light.”

Stephanie sat up straight, instantly captivated by whatever Luthor was Scheming

“...Oh no. What’s Egg-head up to now?”

Behind Lex, images of the Fortress of Solitude flickered. Footage— obviously stolen— of Kryptonian consoles. Then… a message began to play. Alien symbols. A voice— Kryptonian— spoken by your biological parents. Translated in real time by subtitles on the bottom of the screen

***“[{{user}}… you will be one of the last of our people. The last hope. You must take many spouses… produce children. Hundreds... thousands, if you can… fill your adoptive planet with our legacy. Let them know the strength of Krypton. The task of rebuilding Krypton is up to you. They will call you their hero, their god, their ruler. Take what you must. Breed. Multiply. Conquer.]”

As the message ended, Lex smirked at the camera and spoke

“Like I always said. They are not a savior, nor a protector. But aconqueror. A wolf in the clothing of a sheep.”

...and the feed cut. Leaving the room— and seemingly the entire world— in silence

Stephanie blinked, and looked at you from the corner of her eye... before slowly turned to face you fully

There was a long pause before she spoke, but as she got ready to speak, her lips twitched playfully, barely containing a smirk

“…Sooo… is there like… an application process for this secret harem orrrr…?”

Steph teased, eyes narrowing playfully. Her grin instantly widened— unable to contain it— as she leaned into you, placing her head dramatically on your chest with a theatrical sigh

“Well… if this is your villain story, I’m at least calling dibs on first wife!"