Lex inhaled a deep breath. It was good to be in the cold air. It refreshed him, made him feel alive. Not as refreshing as the loaded the gun however.

Looking across the parking lot he saw the bank, brimming with opportunity. And cash, lots of cash. He looked back at the empty scotch bottles in his convertible. He had told himself that he could hold his booze. He'd said it over and over until he was enough drunk to believe it.

Setting the gun on the hood, he pulled on his black leather jacket to regain some of warmth that had escaped him in the cold night air. For a finishing touch he wore a pair of silver sunglasses with yellow lenses, accompanied by beige gloves, and a Yankees baseball cap to hide the easily identifiable bald head. The loose hundred dollar bills scattered across the car did not deter him from the idea of getting richer. It wasn't that much, after all.

With false purpose he picked up the gun and walked with staggering steps, stopped, and frowned. Standing straighter he walked into one of Metropolis's main banks and smiled a smile that had won many business deals. Not to mention women.

There was hardly anyone there, less than ten at this time of night. Lex didn't care, he hardly even noticed; the satisfaction in robbing the bank consumed him, like a high that wouldn't fade. Combined with inebriated thrill of more cash to be gained, like daddy always taught him. He sneered at his private joke. Causally he coughed to gain some attention, "Ladies, and, uh, Gentlemen, I am robbing this bank." he said, slurring slightly.

For Lex it was a fine line in between being drunk, and being allowed to do whatever he wanted. Fortunately he was rich enough to do both.

He laughed, they stared. When he held the gun up in the light they all threw up their hands. This was too easy. With slow strides he went towards the main teller, pausing only to steady himself on a desk.

"How much sir?", the teller asked, wary of the gun.

Lex put a finger on his chin and cocked his head. This was not something that had occurred to him earlier. He looked at the ceiling and exclainmed, "I don't really f-ing care, but make it a few thousand…"

"Do you have a bag sir?" the nervous teller inquired.

Lex shrugged and raised an eyebrow, "Bag? Just one moment."

When the idea had first come to him, small details had eluded him; he just wanted to rob the bank. He turned to the people in the far corner. "Anyone here got a purse big enough for a couple of grand?"

An old lady raised a quivering hand. She looked down at her walker and said, "Uh, I do…"

The pink flowered bag was innocently perched on the walker. Lex snatched it up. Turing to the teller he said, "Here's my bag!"

The beaded strap lay perfectly across Lex's shoulder. The money filled the bag to a point where the zipper could hardly close it. He smiled and raised his gun. The shot ricocheted across the silent bank; Lex's hand was on the trigger. "See folks? That wasn't too hard!"

The hole in the ceiling directly above the crowd made them gulp. Idly he twirled the gun on his finger, to drunk to notice that the safety was off. "Well, I'll just be…"

There was a second shot, followed by swearing. He wiped the sweat off his forehead ignoring the blood coming from his foot. A stain was rapidly growing on the floor. "Great, another stupid detail."

With that he turned towards the door. As his hand stretched out to hit the door handle, his knees buckled and he hit the floor.

Blackness washed over his eyes.

Shit, not supposed to happen…

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