Father of the Year
Lucy sat outside Mr. Luthor's office, waiting to begin an appointment that was supposed to have started five minutes ago.
The office door opened, and out strode Cassandra, standing much straighter than she had when Lucy first met her. "I apologize for the delay," the young lady said, with diction that she could not have managed a month or two ago. "Today's lesson took longer than anticipated due to a misunderstanding on my part. I hope you were not too inconvenienced."
Lucy smiled. "Don't worry. It was only five minutes."
"Thank you for understanding." And with that, Cassandra went to wait for the elevator.
Lucy remembered being repeatedly surprised that Mr. Luthor's office was as mediocre as it had been the last time she'd seen it. Always expecting, on some level, that this time would be when he got inspired and started a round of focused improvement that would leave his office nearly unrecognizable. It had never occurred to her that he might do that with his daughter instead.
What did that say about Lucy's own upbringing, that she expected a father to prioritize a room over his child? That the thought of Mr. Luthor taking time from work to focus on Cassandra hadn't even crossed her mind until he did it?
...Nothing she hadn't already known, really.
Though, as she entered the office, there was one change that stood out. Some kind of device seemed to have earned a place of honor on
OH SWEET JESUS WHY
"I see you've noticed the bomb. Don't worry, it's inert now," Mr. Luthor said entirely too casually.
"That wasn't- well, it was one of the questions I had, but-
why?"
"Apparently, Cassandra decided that since I make weapons, so should she. This is the result." Was that
pride she was hearing?
"That's...um..." What was she supposed to say to that?
"My thoughts exactly. I have made it very clear to Cassandra that she is not to risk her safety like that again, but it's still her first gift to me, her first independent creation, and an impressive technical achievement for a child her age. It deserves commemoration to whatever extent safety and sanity allow."
Okay, that was still very, very weird, but Lucy could understand the sentiment. She wished that the Luthors could have settled for crayon drawings on a refrigerator, but that was apparently just not who she was working for now. "You..." She sighed. "Just be sure to hide it when people outside the company are here. I don't want to know what Lois would do with that story."
"Naturally."