Superman Returns Xenia Direct

A note on the nightstand, written in blue ink on Daily Planet letterhead:

The news called her "The Emerald Ghost." Lex Luthor, watching from his tower, smiled. But Xenia wasn't working for anyone. Not anymore.

Superman didn't break. He fell . Arrow-straight, faster than sound, the both of them a green-and-red comet aimed at the empty bay. He hit the water at an angle meant to spare her. It didn't. superman returns xenia

"Oh, darling," she whispered. "I could get used to this." Metropolis didn’t know what hit it.

The impact tore her loose. The cold shock ate the last of the crystal's glow. She sank, spinning, limbs gone soft and human again. A note on the nightstand, written in blue

Outside, the sun was rising over Metropolis. And somewhere up there, she knew, he was listening.

The first time Xenia Onatopp felt truly alive was between a strangle and a scream. The second time was in the wreckage of a crashed spaceship. Superman didn't break

She looked up. God, he was beautiful. That ridiculous jaw. Those sad, blue eyes.

She squeezed a chunk of hull plating. It crumpled like wet paper.

"Clark," she murmured, tasting the name. "Well, darling. Let's see if you're lying."

"You asked what happens when I break. Answer: I don't. But I heal. And so can you. — Clark"