Superman Returns - Xenia

"Xenia Onatopp." His voice was calm. Disappointed. Like a priest who'd seen too many confessions. "The radiation from that ship is killing you. The green crystal—it's not power. It's poison."

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

She wanted Superman to notice her. He found her on the LexCorp roof, sitting on the edge of a shattered water tower, filing her nails with a piece of rebar.

For one perfect, terrible second, Xenia Onatopp looked at him—this alien boy scout with blood on his lip and tears freezing on his cheeks—and she believed him. superman returns xenia

He stepped forward. "I'm offering you help. A containment cell. Therapy. There are people who—"

She hit him again. And again. Each blow sent a little green crack through his suit, through his skin, through his calm .

"Let go," he said. "I'll catch you. I swear." "Xenia Onatopp

First, a casino heist where she walked through the vault door—not around it, through it. Then a penthouse party where she threw a grand piano off the balcony just to hear the Doppler shift of its scream. Then the helicopters. She plucked them out of the sky like rotten fruit.

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

She looked up. God, he was beautiful. That ridiculous jaw. Those sad, blue eyes. "The radiation from that ship is killing you

He didn't push her away. He didn't punch. He rose . Straight up, through the clouds, into the freezing stratosphere. Xenia clung tighter, laughing, gasping, the green fire in her veins starting to flicker. The air thinned. The cold bit through her stolen invincibility.

Xenia Onatopp read it three times. Then she laughed until her ribs hurt, until the nurse came running, until she realized—horrified, delighted, finally curious —that for the first time in her life, she didn't feel like killing anyone.