Young Justice: The Justice Initiative
InfiniteWriter
Chapter One: The Boy of Tomorrow
Luthor Household
Metropolis, Delaware
November 26, 2012
07:30 A.M.
All was quiet in the Luther household. It was a remarkable feat for the house was considered lager than the White House. Conner is still exploring the house for any undiscovered treasures. The house had six floors, hundreds of rooms, thousands of bathrooms, and a grand total of five kitchens located throughout the building. They could successfully house the state of Delaware. To the two gentlemen sitting at the grand dinner table, they have grown to accept the quietness between them. The only sounds were from forks hitting their respected owner's plate. Conner Luther loved, even welcomed, the silence. If there wasn't anything important to say, nothing should be said at all.
"So Conner," said Mr. Luther, Conner's adopted father. "Is there anything going on at school today?" Lex Luthor was many things: a business man, a CEO of his own company, and a confident and powerful man. But one thing he wasn't was a conversation starter. He never had to be. Everybody always started the conversation for him ever since he was twenty.
The dark-haired teen answered with a grunt. "Should you already know what going on since it's your school," he retorted. The Lex Luthor Metropolis Academy was the most expensive and most praised school in the whole country besides Gotham Academy. Lex built the school to gain publicity. He said that the youth that resided in the boundaries of the City of Tomorrow deserved the best education money could buy. If they could afford it.
Conner knew the real reason to created the school: he did it to one up Gotham City's former prince, Bruce Wayne.
Wayne and Luthor always had this competition between them since they went to the same boarding school. They each had their city's biggest mansion, statue, and school. At least Wayne wasn't so self-absorbed to name his academy after himself. Conner only met Bruce Wayne a couple of times, but he knew more about him and had more in-common with him than his own adopted father. They both lost their parents to a mugging. They were unselfish and truly cared for people despite how they act. Conner just came off as unapproachable, and Bruce acted like a stereotypical billionaire playboy with too much time and money on his hands, but he helped more people with his money than Lex. Conner knew that his father really didn't care for him or the people he helped. He only cared about money and power. Con sometimes wished that Bruce Wayne adopted him instead of Luthor.
Luther frowned and stopped eating. "I would like for you to answer me back properly without any joking, Conner," he commanded. Luthor was no push-over. He was six foot two and weigh about two hundred pounds. And his stare with his deep, cold green eyes would make you shit yourself. Conner used to be afraid of him up till he was twelve. That was when he discovered the truth about him.
Luthor did not come from the high-end of Metropolis. He was born to two deadbeat parents who didn't use protection. He was raised in the worst part of the city: Southside. To the people, it was known as Suicide Slums. It was a miniature-sized Gotham City with its high crime rate and corruption. Not even the Man of Steel could bring it up from the hell it buried itself in. People never could figure out how Luthor crawled out of that nightmare. There were all sorts of rumors. The biggest one was that Lex engineered the deaths of his parents to get a large sum of money from the large life insurance policy he had taken out in their names.
Lex went on to build his company. It started out small, but it grew larger than anyone ever expected. It turned into a multinational corporation that would come to control Metropolis. He owns every media corporation in the city and uses them to his advantage. He orders them to create a public image of him as a wealthy benefactor and caring philanthropist who could do no wrong. But Alexander 'Lex' Luthor was far from a wealthy benefactor and a caring philanthropist. People didn't know about his criminal connections and industries. He was in control of everything from the high-class to the low-class.
Conner stopped eating, too. "There is a field trip today," he growled out. "We are going to your own research facility." Even with knowing this information about him, Con couldn't help but care for him. He saved him from a life on the streets as an orphan. He raised him. He educated him. He gave him everything he would ever need or want. Conner appreciated that. Out of so many choices for a son, he had chosen a small child of two Daily Planet reporters. He needed to be grateful. But he wasn't stupid. He knew what his father did out of the public eye. He was as evil as the Joker. He just kept his growing insanity on a tight leash.
"Oh," he answered back, surprised. "I forgot that trip was scheduled today."
Con didn't even reply. He just went back to eating. He wasn't much of a talker anyway. He was a thinker. He tried to stay in the background; out of people's way. That's how it always was at home and at school. Out of all the things Lex gave him, he didn't grant him the gift of true love and affection. He tried to gain the attention of the staff, but they had chosen to ignore him. The ones who did notice him only offered fake friendship. He didn't need that. School was a whole other story. He had too much attention. Freshmen asking him to sign their yearbooks and girls, mainly cheerleaders, trying and failing to ask him out on a date. They, too, only offered fake companionship. His only true friend was Bart Allen.
Bart Allen was impulsive. He motto was, "Act first then ask questions later." He was skinny and small thirteen year old. He got into Lex Luthor's school on a scholarship. You could just imagine the headlines: 'Luthor Grants An Orphan A Once-In-A-Lifetime Opportunity'. Bartholomew Allen the Second was a science and math prodigy with his photographic memory. He very well could be the next Albert Einstein. He had the look. He would always have these large goggles on his head and would put them on at odd times. Despite his weirdness, he was a good kid trying to make the best of his situation. He was an orphan like Conner used to be. Nobody knew where he came from or who his parents were. He just appeared on the steps of the Metropolis's Midvale Orphanage.
It was kind-of hard for Conner not to be noticed at school. He was dark-haired, sparkling sky blue eyes, and six feet tall. All his some-what friends and teammates always said he was a homemade lady-killer. Bart compared him to a giant, adorable teddy bear. Being the star quarterback on the State Champions football team didn't help either. The main reason for all his attention was the fact he was the heir to LexCorp's.
Luther frowned even deeper. "I apologize if asking about your personal life outside these walls was rude."
"It isn't."
There was silence again. Conner and Luther had a glaring match while finishing of their five-star breakfast made by the kitchen staff. After five minutes, Conner finally finished.
"I got to get ready for school." Conner then excused himself. He pushed his chair back and walked towards the elevator to reach his floor/room.
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AN: This is a story that I have worked on for a good while. I no-way near finishing it, but I decide to post what I have so far. Hopefully, I will be inspired to finish writing it. I have a set the plot line to this story, but I am open for suggestions! Read, Review, and/or PM!