"I have to admit, I'm impressed."
The figure stirred, pulling lightly against the restraints that bound them to the chair for a moment, before going limp again.
"You managed to get through my security with minimal difficulty in less time than anyone besides Batman." Lex continued, his gaze boring into his captive. "Would you care to explain why?"
There was no response.
"Let's be reasonable. You are entirely at my mercy. No-one knows you're here, and unless you decide to be co-operative, it will stay that way."
There was no response for a moment, then the figure spoke. "Fine."
"Excellent." Lex said, straightening his tie. "Why don't you start with what you wanted to accomplish by breaking in?"
"I wanted to hear you say something."
Lex leaned back, disappointed. "Are you here to try to persuade me to admit guilt in someone's death?"
"No."
Lex was intrigued. "Then what was it you wanted me to say?"
The captive winced. "I wanted you to say…to say…" The sentence dissolved into coughing.
"Yes, go on."
"I wanted you to say," The captive panted, "that you're a Superman fanboy."
Lex's jaw dropped. "You-you wanted me to say I'm a Superman fanboy?!" He spluttered.
His captive's face split open in a broad grin. "Thank you." They said, then their eyes rolled up in their head and they slumped forward, the heart monitor emitting a high whine as their heartbeat flatlined.
Luthor was left alone in the room with his captive's dead body, his brilliant mind spinning as he tried to understand his dead prisoner's last act.
