The Right Side of Wrong

The Mess Is the Point: Part 1

Veronica's POV:

Lena puts a cloth over the bottle containing Metropolis while Harley & I have come up with a plan to get us out of ours.

Lena: "Lex, you like? I'm thinking of using it to--"

Lex: "To reupholster the throne. Brilliant idea, Lena. Bold like you."

Lena: "Oh, Lex. Why didn't we have this kind of relationship sooner?"

Harley & I: "Because Lex is a dick."

Ivy: "Girls, what are you doing?"

Harley: "Uh, pitting them against each other so we're not stuck in this fucking bottle forever."

Lena: "Well, well, well. If it isn't 'Horton Hears a Who' the fuck do you think you're talking about, Harley?"

Mom: "Damn."

Lena: "Lex is my brother."

Harley: "Which is why he will love my big new idea. Let's rename Metropolis after the person in charge, Lena-opolis!"

Lena: "Oh, my God, I love that!"

Harley: "Well, what do you think, Lex?"

Lex: "Well, maybe something a little more punchy."

Lena turns to Lex with an annoyed glare.

Lena: "Like?"

Lex: "Lex-opolis."

Lena: "You narcissistic prick!"

Lex: "You broke my train."

Lena: "And you never stopped--"

The Luthors continue to argue, which is what we knew would happen. See, every sibling reunion is usually fragile, and, depending on the circumstances, can go one of two ways: heal and make up for lost time or break at the first sign of trouble. For Harley & I, it was the former since we grew up as best friends, which made it easier for us to reconcile eventually. But for the Luthors, who have hated each other since they were kids, it's the latter.

Harley: "Are we geniuses or what?"

Ivy: "I'm going to go with 'what'. Because they're gonna kill us once they stop arguing."

Harley: "But until then, you can get us out of this bottle with Frankette."

Frankette, whose pot is next to our bottle, glancingly blows raspberries at us.

Ivy: "Did you just see that? She hates me."

Harley: "Yeah, because she thinks you abandoned her and gave her to Lena."

Ivy: "I didn't abandon her. Lena stole her from me."

Me: "But she doesn't know that. Kids react based on their perception of what's happening. Just try to make up with her, then get her to push the bottle off the table."

Ivy: *sighs* "Ok, fine. I will try."

Ivy approaches Frankette from inside our bottle.

Ivy: "Hey, Frankette, honey, look. It's Mommy. Hi.-*waves*-Can you come over here for a second?"

Frankette: "Fuck you!"

Ivy: *sighs* "Frankette, honey..."

While Ivy continues trying to talk to Frankette, Brainiac talks to Mom.