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Vortex could not believe how fancy his room was, he originally thought he would stay in a normal hotel but this hotel made sure nobody could break in to steal the wealthy stuff.
He tried calling rpom service in the evening and was told the price was already taken care of, which was a plus.
He then watched tv and did some designs before going to bed in the fanciest bed he had ever seen.
All the while, he felt like he was being watched.
He woke up to Luther calling him, to see if he was free in the afternoon to discuss business.
He was got up fast and tripping over himself to get ready when he saw the time.
He wore his work suit and then walked out to find a limousine waiting for him, his work stuff inside his briefcase as he got in.
He met Luther at the mans favourite place to have lunch in Gothem city, he only looked and already he felt like he didn't belong here.
He walked into the open space and saw Lex Luther sitting down, no doubt eating food priced at a margin that would make most people walk away.
The man saw him and motioned for him to sit down, so he did.
"So how was the hotel room. I trust everything is to you liking?" Said Lex.
"There was nothing to complain about Mr Luther," he said before he said. "So what is your budget Mr Luther and what kind of house do you have in mind?" He opened his briefcase. "I built on the basement idea"
Just then Luther motioned for a waiter over, never had Vortex seen a person walk so fast over.
"Is there anything the matter, Mr Luther?" Said, the waiter.
"As always splendid food. I was wondering if my associate can have one of your famous shortcakes" said Luther.
"Mr Luther, you don't have to-" Vortex began.
"It's no trouble at all," said Luther. "I flew you here so I might as well treat you as well"
The waiter bowed and left, Vortrex tried to continue the conversation but it was awkward and he was starving.
When the cake showed up, he wanted to devour the thing and managed to eat slowly under the man insistence.
It was delicious.
"So Mr Luther, whats your budget?" He said, eating the cake onto the side.
"Well, I was thinking two million," he said. "I want this house to be orphanage for poor children. I would need a lot of space especially in the basement"
And Vortrex who was more in touch with his evil side could smell the bs.
What's to stop the man from changing the house once it was built?
#Scene Change#
"I'm seeing this but I can't believe it." Said Green Lantin. "Wally with Lex Luther!?"
Wally West was pronounced dead and yet here he was having lunch with Lex Luther and there was no mission assigned that forced him to be civil with the man.
Although Wally was now wearing glasses, a headset and work suit, it was still him.
Green Lantine began to call the rest of the league and made sure to point a camera their way for the disbelieving Justice League members who thought he was lying.
By the time they all saw it, the food was eaten and they were going into a limousine to discuss in more detail in one of his homes some more.
A lot of superheroes who countless people looked up to, opened and closed their mouths.
Green lantine followed the vechile to the giant home and watching from afar, through the luxurious windows was the image of Lex Luther pouring a drink for him from his expensive cabinate.
If it wasn't for Luther heavy security around the house, green lantine could have gotten closer and could only try to read lips.
There is no way the likes of Batman could hack in especially when Luther was obviously on high alert and was most likely blocking any listening devices.
"Do you drink?" Said Luther.
"Sorry, I don't," he said. "I work long hours and I need to be sharp for that. I may end up calling a client in a drunken haze. That would be a very bad scenario for me"
"Indeed it would be," said Luther.
That, and Vortex knew his master wouldn't appreciate him drunk enough to reveal his identity or that he was a speedster.
"No matter. I got some none alcoholic beverages" said Luther.
"Sir, I'm completely fine without a drink. I'm leaving for tonight at an airport anyway" he said.
Luther stopped pouring and said. "Your artwork is very good. What art school did you go to?"
"Actually, it was self taught," he said. "I doodle all the time as a kid and it stuck with me growing up. One day somebody noticed my passion and asked if I wanted to design homes and the rest is history, really. I didn't go to a fancy art school as those artistic people did so I'm just getting by."
"Well, many great artists come from just drawing on the side," said Luther, sitting down. "Now where we?"
#Scene Change#
"WHAT! WALLY IS ALIVE!?" Said Artemis after Miss Martian decided to drop the bombshell on her.
"Wait. How!?" She said.
"He's meeting with Lex Luther," said Miss martian. "But we don't knew for sure if it really him. We may have another Ray incident again."
They paid dearly for that mistake.
"Send me to monitor him," said Artemis. "I know him the best"
"Already on that" said Nightwing coming in. "Pack your bags. You're going to Beverly Hills"
#Scene Change#
They had talked for several hours before Vortex reluctantly agreed to accompany him to a party because the time of his flight was 1 in the morning.
So he found himself in one of Luther many prepared thousand dollar suits.
The thought of stealing the rack did come to mind but he didn't think he could get away with it, with so many cameras and how many eyes tried to steal from Luther every day, there must be a tracking chip or something.
So he came out in a nice three-piece suit and followed the man into his limousine.
They arrived at the party 45 minutes later and the way Luther just automatically commanded the place when people saw him, reminded him of his Master at home and wasn't pretending to be normal.
Now that man could unsettle even the bravest of people if he showed his true colours.
It was because of this expertly crafted mask his master wore that he was allowed him to see through Luthers as well.
The man had been watching him the moment he laid eyes on him and he knew Luther must be dangerous if he was generous towards him.
And now everybody had noticed him, making sure he was on his best behaviour.
Just great.
"Mister Castlin" suddenly Luther voice rang out as he just asked for water.
He turned to see Luther as expected, surrounded by rich looking men and women.
He walked over and everybody eyed him.
"This is Richard Castlin," said Luther introducing him. "His a house designer and he's very good at his job"
"Or really?" Said a man. "And what houses have you designed?"
"Well to date, other than Mr Luther, currently," said Vortex. "I actually did some work for Wayne industries"
Wait.
What!?
Even Luther seemed surprised and those who knew about Batman identity, while listening in, turned to Batman.
"Really?" Said Luther.
"I was hired to design the furniture, not the actual home, unfortunately," said Vortex. "I am simply too unknown to truly design a Wayne house"
#Scene Change#
"I'm already on it Batman," said Nightwing, going through the recent contracts and finding it. "It's true. Wayne Industries did hire him, a month back."
Batman was surprised but then again, he didn't pay attention to the people designing the small things but those who was building his tech.
Plus, he wasn't a large smuggler or doing anything illegal that he knew off.
#Scene Change#
"Really?" Said the woman. "Does that mean you've met Bruce Wayne?"
"Bruce, hardly hires in person," said Luther. "He was must likely hired through an envoy or Proxy"
Bruce.
He calls him Bruce.
"That is exactly it," said Vortex. "Unfortunately, I don't think you've heard of my other past clients. But enough about me. I would love to know about all of you"
His words were like butter and your couldn't tell he couldn't care less.
And boy could those super-rich people talk about themselves and what they own.
Vortex made a photographic memory so he would remember what they own and thought his master maybe interested in some items.
They talked all the way to the time, he needed to leave for the airport.
"Well, I better get back to my hotel. I have a flight to catch" he said, he was about to call a cab when Luther said.
"Please. Use my limosuine. I've got 40 just like it" said Luther.
Vortex took it back to his hotel, packed everything up, ignored how his stuff wasn't quite in the same place and then went out, he was checked out by the hotel staff and walked into the limousine.
It took him an hour to get to the airport and walk into the airport.
He then proceeded to walk to the line of business class to Beverly Hills, he had a really bad gut feeling about using Luther private plane so he managed to fix a ride home without relying on the man.
He spent hours, tapping on his laptop basically working on things and arrived back in Beverly Hills in the morning.
He got off and still felt like he was being watched, he got in a Taxi and got off, wheeling his suitcase to his apartment.
He ignores everybody and entered his apartment before looking at his fridge and going to a 24-hour convenience store he knee lived by and buying a crazy amount of food.
He was starving and then took the numerous bags and went back to the apartment and shut the door and draw the windows.
He was sure that once his watcher we're convinced that he was a normal person then they would loosen their grip.
But if they don't and get in the way of his master's missions.
He slammed a knife into a wood board.
He would end them.
#The morning after#
The company allowed him a few days to recover from the trip with Luther and he spent that reading Luthet requests for him for the next time they meet.
He heard a knock on the door and got up, wondering if he had ordered something that was too big to fit in the mail box.
He opened the door and in his view was a beautiful blond haired woman with grey eyes in white top that showed off her belly button and tight green pants.
"Hi, my name is Artemis West" she said. "I just moved here and wanted to introduce myself to my neighbours"
Introduce...
She sure was.
But his heart hardened and said. "Nice to meet you, Miss West."
She looked surprised and then his cold-hearted nature truly kicked in.
"Rule one of my door," he said, suddenly stepping forward and Artemis step back without her body realising.
"Don't knock on my door again" he said. "If you want to tell me something, slid a paper through the door. Dont tell me in the hall, don't struck up a conversation, don't invite me to anything. I'm not interested it. Got it?"
Artemis eyes were wide.
And then he said. "If you follow that, we'll get along. Welcome to the neighbourhood, Miss West"
He walked back in and slammed the door behind him making sure to lock the door.
Artemis stood in the doorway frozen and so were all those who were listening through the wire.
She thought she had prepared but she hadn't prepared enough.
But hearing her boyfriends cold voice directed as her, hurt a little inside.
And scene!
Next chapter, Artemis talks to the neighbours and begins to watch how anti-social. She get into Vortex place of work and those who hunt anybody who comes in contact with Luther, decide to strike. Review/ fav and follow!