Impulsive
Spoilers- Onyx
Disclaimer- I don't own them, I'm not associated with anyone who does own them and I never will be. I do this purely to quell the voices in my head.
Note- This came about after I was thinking my usual 'what if' theories. This one was along the lines of 'what if evil Lex was the one who became Superman's enemy?'
Note2- This takes place after 'good' Lex has been captured and chained in the wine cellar. I have taken some lines from the scene but it is primarily an AU.
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The dark suited version of Lex Luther grabbed his twin by the face. "You disappoint me."
He casually threw the white shirted Lex against the pole to which he was chained. "As always."
"If I'm such a let down, why don't you shoot me?"
"Oh, nothing would make me happier," Dark suited Lex smirked. "Unfortunately, I don't know what will happen to me if you die."
He started to pace. "Are we somehow connected? Would I cease to exist as you gasped your last breath?"
He stopped in front of the chained Lex. "Not keen on taking that chance."
White shirted Lex rolled his head along the pole to look his captor in the eye. "You can't keep me down here forever."
"Why not?"
White shirted Lex glared at his counterpart. "Clark and Chloe will know something is wrong. They'll come for me."
Dark suited Lex rolled his eyes. "Do you hear yourself? 'Clark and Chloe will rescue me.' You're so pathetic. You can't even see what's in front of you; the secrets Clark hides from you. And Chloe, that nosy little reporter. I admit, she is easy on the eyes, but come on! How many times does she have to get in our way before you deal with her permanently?"
White shirted Lex struggled against his chains. "You don't touch them!"
Dark Lex smiled slyly. "If you're a good boy I might just let you watch. You always did have a thing for blondes. Me, I prefer Lana. All that sass and spirit wrapped up in that tight little body. I can't wait to break it."
White shirted Lex roared and pulled at his chains again. "I won't let you! No!"
Dark Lex sighed. "You're really starting to bore me."
"Oh, I'm so sorry," White shirted Lex sneered. "Such a pity you have to put up with me."
Dark Lex rubbed his chin and turned away. "Yes, but Father did always delight in calling me impulsive."
Dark Lex turned back and grabbed white shirted Lex's head in his hands. With quick minimal movements, his neck snapped.
Dark Lex stepped back and studied his hands carefully. There was no change. He felt as well as he ever did.
Lex took a moment to observe his handiwork. He patted his dead twin on his still warm cheek.
"Well, so much for that theory."
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