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BFD released his grip on Superwoman's skull. Before she could fall, he grabbed her again, clenching her around the neck with a loose grip. He studied her for a moment.   Convinced she was out cold, he let loose a sigh. He knew his victory marked a new beginning for him at Lex Corp.   He disliked playing the thuggish type. But Luthor had convinced to play that role to give him a tactical advantage.   Superwoman had taken the bait and underestimated him.

"Yo, urban Grundy," she had quipped at the outset of their combat.   BFD responded in kind. He roleplayed a mindless tank, swinging his arms with reckless abandon. Superwoman scoffed.   When she tried to slip behind him and pin his arms behind his back, he had nailed her chin with a massive flying elbow. He followed up with a series of brutal punches that rendered her incoherent in seconds.   His one-handed iron claw on her face, each finger putting unbelievable pressure on her head, had left her unconscious almost instantly. She could have been a formidable opponent.    He was prepared for that. She had not been prepared for him.

The proof of Luther's preaching was made manifest.   She had treated him with disdain and arrogance. The JLA would never have recruited him.   They wanted handsome heroes and pin-up perfect heroines. The few misfits in their ranks only confirmed their worship of classical beauty and their unbridled prejudice against those who deviated from that norm. Like others in his class, he had heard the lectures from those few eventually released from incarceration without cause,   He had seen the security cam clips of so-called heroes beating their opponents even after they had been incapacitated. Witnessing it firsthand through his encounter with Superwoman was not a pleasant confirmation.   In fact, it made him sick to his stomach.

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The next day Luthor read the debriefing reports.  Afterwards, he leaned back in his tall executive chair, his lips pursed in a taut smile.

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BFD released his grip on Superwoman's skull. Before she could fall, he grabbed her again, clenching her around the neck with a loose grip. He studied her for a moment.   Convinced she was out cold, he let loose a sigh. He knew his victory marked a new beginning for him at Lex Corp.   He disliked playing the thuggish type. But Luthor had convinced to play that role to give him a tactical advantage.   Superwoman had taken the bait and underestimated him.

"Yo, urban Grundy," she had quipped at the outset of their combat.   BFD responded in kind. He roleplayed a mindless tank, swinging his arms with reckless abandon. Superwoman scoffed.   When she tried to slip behind him and pin his arms behind his back, he had nailed her chin with a massive flying elbow. He followed up with a series of brutal punches that rendered her incoherent in seconds.   His one-handed iron claw on her face, each finger putting unbelievable pressure on her head, had left her unconscious almost instantly. She could have been a formidable opponent.    He was prepared for that. She had not been prepared for him.

The proof of Luther's preaching was made manifest.   She had treated him with disdain and arrogance. The JLA would never have recruited him.   They wanted handsome heroes and pin-up perfect heroines. The few misfits in their ranks only confirmed their worship of classical beauty and their unbridled prejudice against those who deviated from that norm. Like others in his class, he had heard the lectures from those few eventually released from incarceration without cause,   He had seen the security cam clips of so-called heroes beating their opponents even after they had been incapacitated. Witnessing it firsthand through his encounter with Superwoman was not a pleasant confirmation.   In fact, it made him sick to his stomach.

* * *

The next day Luthor read the debriefing reports.  Afterwards, he leaned back in his tall executive chair, his lips pursed in a taut smile.