I Don't Own Batman V Superman or DC.
He'd known he'd been watching him.
Lurking in the shadows.
Waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.
The reclusive Bat may have thought himself a Saint, but Lex knew better.
The black beast had more than just armor.
He had horns.
Horns, that typically receded back into his thick head when in Gotham's presence. Or whenever police or reporters were around.
And although Lex was not a policeman, or a reporter, he most definitely wasn't a gullible citizen of Gotham.
Therefore, he knew better than to believe in the 'hero's facade' that Bruce Wayne so painstakingly attempted to keep up, even in his presence.
Though in all truth, Lex didn't even mind anymore.
Because he could still see through the mask.
He knew what really lie behind those brown orbs, even if no one else did.
And at the moment, that was all he really cared about.
The Bat seized him by his shirt's collar, shoving him into one of the brick walls of his cell, effectively pinning him against it.
He jabbed the signature bat-shaped brand into the lunatic's chest, and the hot metal seared its print into the younger man's flesh.
Lex gritted his teeth, and struggled to suppress a loud howl (for he didn't want the masked vigilante to gain any satisfaction from it).
Once the brand was lifted from his chest, and the stronger man released him of the hold he had on him, Lex scrambled to the adjacent wall, eyes wide in fear, stomach turning.
This would be the end of him, he knew.
He had always been on the death list of The Bat's.
And now the Devil had finally come to collect...