When they went back to the hotel room, Bruce found a message in his email. He immediately decided to share with Lois. "You said you wanted to see the security footage," Bruce told her.

"What security footage?" Lois had forgotten all about it. Then Bruce played the video clip. They watched a man that looked exactly like Lex enter LexCorps, briefly chat with two employees, and waltz into Lex's office. They heard some loud noises and then this fake Lex sauntered out like he owed the place.

Clark watched Lex on screen clap his hands together, which triggered yet another flash back. "Bruce Wayne meets Clark Kent. I love it! I love bringing people together." Lex smiled. Clark stepped back slightly, his eyes fixated on Bruce's computer screen. Clark looked on stunned at how friendly Lex seemed.

"Damn he looks like Lex," Bruce commented as he watched this tape.

"But that can't be Lex. Lex is in prison. Isn't he?" Lois questioned starting to wonder if this person was an imposter or if the Lex in jail was.

"I honestly don't know," Bruce told her.

Lois couldn't help but to notice Clark seemed to be in a daze. "Remembering something?" Lois asked hopefully.

Clark hesitated before answering. "No, listen, I have some unfinished business in Central City," Clark said and before Lois would say anything at all, Clark kissed her on the lips slowly and passionately.

"Do you two want to be alone?" Bruce asked.

Clark finally stopped kissing Lois. "Oh, no!" Clark said as Lois nodded.

"Ok, what kind of business in Central City?" Bruce asked.

"There was this young lady, too young, don't even think about it," Clark warned Bruce who was clearly about to say something. "She supposedly knew someone who could help me get my memory back fast."

"Do you believe her," Lois asked.

"I don't know, but it is a chance I will have to take. I will be back, promise." Clark shook his head, then kissed Lois one more time before racing off. Bruce took Lois back to Wayne Manor in Gotham. Then he decided Batman was going to pay Lex a visit.

Prison

Lex yet again found himself in that tiny room hand cuffed to a chair to face yet another visitor. He took a more careful survey of the room, trying to plan an escape. The chair was shackled down. The glass window between him and his guest wasn't big enough for most people to crawl through and wires definitely ran all the way through the glass, so breaking it would be nearly useless. The door opened out into the hallway, so hiding behind it wasn't much of an option. He looked across at his latest visitor. "My own personal little hell. Hello Helena." Lex grimaced.

"Nice to see you too Lex. How is that dream of becoming president of the United States working out for you?" Helena grinned on verge of laughing out loud as she put two thumbs up.

"Things didn't go to plan." Lex glared at Helena. His jaw dropped slightly as the hairs on the back of his neck seemed to stand on end. Lex wasn't about to be fooled by the same trick twice. He doubted his cousin would visit him in prison.

"Obviously," Helena exclaimed. "A prison record will sure put a damper on your election campaign."

"You are not getting a confession out of me," Lex told her in no uncertain terms.

"What are you talking about?" Helena asked.

"Don't pretend like you don't know. You are working for someone else," Lex fixed his gaze on her.

"I am a Luther. I don't work for anyone. Others work for us," Helena declared.

"What is next? Clark Kent?" Lex asked.

"Clark Kent? I remember him. He was this super.." As Helena spoke, Lex tried to cross his arms as now he was almost certain she wasn't who she said she was. "Cute reporter, I did an interview with for the Daily Planet." Helena smiled. Her eyes looked dreamy like a school girl with a crush.

"Are you trying to make me lose my lunch?" Lex's facial features all seemed to harden as he glared at Helena. "What are you doing here, besides making me ill?"

"Believe it or not, I came here to thank you!" Helena quickly regained her focus as she fixed her gaze on Lex.

"For what? Screwing up, making you look even better," Lex asked.

"No, for pulling my birth certificate, so I could find my real parents." Helena smiled at Lex. She had a warm glow about her that Lex rarely saw in anyone he interacted with. She seemed to show genuine appreciation.

"My pleasure, I thought you deserved to know what kind of trash you came from. Your birth mother, a common thief, how proud you must be. Imagine if that story leaked to the public." Lex smirked at her trying to make things clear. He wasn't doing her any favors. "I could see the headline now, daughter of a jewel thief steals the silver for the US in the Olympics."

"Silver? Lionel said he would disown me if I don't bring home the gold," Helena laughed.

"Lionel? You don't call him dad?" Lex questioned.

"Does he deserve to be called dad?" Helena retorted.

"You hate Lionel as much as I hate Lex, senior" Lex said.

"His little 'threat' to disown me is seriously making me think about throwing the game!" Helena nodded to Lex's question.

A dark haired bearded gentlemen walked in and sat next to Helena. "Hello Uncle Lionel," Lex snickered. "Helena and I were just talking."

"I know I heard," Lionel glared at Helena. "You need to learn some respect, young lady. I have given you everything."

"Everything I never wanted," Helena returned Lionel's glare.

Lionel waved his hand as if waving her off. Then he turned to Lex next. "You have brought shame to the Luthor family name. I used to defend you to my brother. But he was right about you. You are completely useless. An embarrassment. A disgrace. How dare you bring such shame on your family name," Lionel talked down to Lex.

"Why can't you be more like Helena," Lex mocked his dad as Lionel's speech was one he heard various versions of growing up all too often from his own dad, which was usually followed by a punch to the body, never to the face. Appearances were everything to daddy Luther.

"Dad!" Helena gritted her teeth and wrinkled her nose a bit as calling him dad was clearly repulsive to her.

"What?" Lionel glared at her as he believed in the age old adage children should be seen and not heard.

"Don't you have a friendship with president John Doe," Helena inquired.

"Friendship? Yeah, we will call it that," Lionel laughed with a bit of a smirk on his face. "Most of the world believes president John Doe is such a darn nice guy, but we know better."

Helena nodded in agreement. "Couldn't you?" Helena began.

"That is enough out of you. I wasn't finished," Lionel interrupted her abruptly.

"Yes you were. I don't have to sit here and take this." Lex pounded against the wall and called out in top volume. "Guard."

"Get him to give Lex a presidential pardon?" Helena finished what she was saying.

"What?" Lex finally took an interest in what Helena had to say.

"Shut your mouth young lady," Lionel glared at Helena and raised his fist to her.

"Bring it on," Helena immediately jumped up from her seat and took on a defensive karate stance.

"Is this really the way I brought you up?" Lionel glared at Helena.

"Maybe you should have bought me a Barbie doll instead of Karate lessons," Helena told Lionel without letting her guard down.

Lex laughed and clapped for probably the first time since he got stuck in this hell hole. "Would you really be able to get me a presidential pardon?" Lex asked.

"Knowledge is power and yes I know more than enough about president John Doe to get him to do pretty much anything, but ask yourself this, do you really think I would do that for you?" Lionel asked.

"Um, yes I do. Do you realize how much I know about you?" Lex's smile grew.

"I could get the presidential pardon for myself if you open your big mouth." Lionel glared at Lex. "You may have knowledge but you have no power."

Lex narrowed his eyes at Lionel. "That would be a paradox. Do you really think the bat of Gotham would give a damn about your presidential pardon if he found out who hired the assassin that murdered his parents?"

Lionel's face turned pale. Lionel knew he had taken out numerous hits on people over the years and there were many that could have been Batman's parents. He looked his nephew in the eye. Lex returned his eye contact making it clear he wasn't lying. "After careful consideration, I realize I should be helping family," Lionel nervously uttered.

"That is what I thought. Thank you Helena. My favorite cousin!" Lex smiled at her and she smiled back. "Now you truly earned that name Luthor." Helena's smile disappeared quickly with that.

"We are done here." Lionel and Helena both got up. The guard opened the door.

"You have another visitor." the guard told Lex.

Lionel's jaw dropped as his eyes opened wide. His hand went up covering his mouth as the Dark Knight himself walked in. Batman didn't notice Lionel's reaction because he was too preoccupied with Helena. He knew this girl was his daughter. Helena definitely inherited her mother's captivating eyes, which Batman could not help but to notice. He briefly imagined a life where he tried to raise this young lady. If any of his enemies knew Batman had a daughter, she would have been prime target for people like the Joker. Selina was probably right not to tell him about her.

"Speak of the devil, we were just talking about you!" Helena looked Batman in the eye with a smile on her face.

"What did I say about talking to strangers." Lionel grabbed Helena's hand and pulled her out the door. Batman watched them as they left and almost forgot about Lex.

"Your timing couldn't be better. To what do I owe the horror," Lex laughed with a bit of a smirk.

"You seem to be in a good mood," Batman gruffly told him clearly a bit annoyed.

"Of course, I got a visit from my favorite cousin and got some really good news. I am going to be getting out of here soon," Lex informed him.

"Don't count on it," Batman told him.

"Um, there is nothing you can do about." Lex smiled.

"Not that I want to ruin your day. Ok, maybe I do, but your office was broken into," Batman grinned at Lex rubbing his hands together.

"What did you steal from me this time," Lex scoffed at him.

"Actually the perpetrator looked exactly like you," Batman pointed at Lex.

"That I didn't know," Lex grimaced.

"Any idea what was taken?" Batman asked.

"A flash drive for one thing," Lex answered quickly without really thinking and once he said it he wished he had not mentioned it.

"What was on the flash drive?" Batman asked an obvious question.

"Nothing I would want to share with you." Lex looked down at his hands.

"Any idea who is behind it?" Batman asked.

"I know exactly who is behind it. He is a dead man!" Lex nodded with a grin. "I will deal with him as soon as I get out of here. On that note, I was going to give Lois Lane the scoop of the century but she never showed up."

"I heard about that. Her exact words were go to hell. After the message you left on her answering machine, did you really think there was even a chance she would come talk to you? What did you do? Use your one phone call to call her?" Batman asked Lex.

"Yes, I did. See I knew my lawyers would circle around like the vultures they are. They would see the news and know it is pay day!" Lex rubbed his hands together and grinned. "So I thought I would have a little fun instead. Just wish I could have seen the look on her face when she played that message."

"Of course you must realize that Lois is never going to take you up on that interview request." Batman took a step toward Lex.

"Oh well. Doesn't matter anymore. She didn't want the scoop of the century." Lex leaned back in his seat.

"And what scoop is that," Batman demanded to know.

"That batman is really Bruce Wayne," Lex looked him in the eye and studied his expression carefully. Lex was almost paranoid about the possibility of falling for another imposter. Batman's jaw dropped as his eyes opened wide. Lex recognized that look. It was the same look Superman gave when Lex showed that he knew all of his names. Lex actually said this to make sure he had the real Batman and not another Milton Fine trick. He laughed feeling satisfied. "I am just kidding. They would never print that. That would be a lawsuit that would put the paper out of business, or we would have one dead reporter. Of course she could leak the story to an internet blogger. That worked out great for her before." Lex laughed as he could tell Batman was enraged at what he was saying. Lex was now grateful for the physical divide between him and the bat.

"You son of a bitch." Batman made a fist.

"Actually what I wanted to tell her was bigger than that." Lex stopped laughing and started getting serious again.

"Tell me," Batman commanded.

"I believe Miss Lane would love to blow the whistle on my former ally and co-conspirators in efforts to destroy Superman. Just as you were tricked into the conspiracy against Superman, so was I," Lex looked down at his hands as he knew his words were a half-truth at best. "Even more so then you. See I thought I was the king in this little chess game. The reality is, I was actually used as someone else's pawn. The true king got away with everything."

"So who was the real 'king'?" Batman asked. If he says Bruce Wayne, he is dead.

"That is what I was going to tell Ms. Lane," Lex responded.

"Tell me," Batman demanded. "Or will I have to beat it out of you?"

"You don't need to resort to threats. His name is Dr. Milton Fine. He is a psychiatrist working at Arkham Asylum. He has also been assigned to do my psychological evaluation for the courts," Lex told him.

"Never heard of him." Batman wasn't sure he was telling the truth. "Why would he want to destroy Superman?"

"I honestly don't know. Hopefully you still have some of that green rock you stole from me. You are going to need it." Lex looked him right in the eye as this time he fully believed what he was saying.

"You think he is from Superman's home planet too?" Batman asked.

"I do," Lex nodded with a dangerous grin. "That is probably why he wanted Superman out of the way. The man in blue is probably the only one who could stop him in whatever he was planning, at least that is probably what he believes."

"If you are right about this he has another thing coming," Batman declared as he clenched his fist. Lex grinned. "Wipe that smile off your face. I am not falling for the same trick twice. I will be doing a full investigation before taking any action."

Lex's grin fell. "I would expect nothing less."

"Any idea what his plans are?" Batman asked.

"The only thing I know for sure is that he plans to kill me," Lex looked him right in the eye.

Arkham

Batman returned home and changed out to a suit and tie. He even shaved and combed his hair. He did manage to find a small fragment of the glowing green rock left over from his battle with Superman, which he put in his pocket. He made his way to Arkham Asylum. He also brought a simple listening device that looked and worked like an ordinary pen.

When he arrived at Arkham, Bruce first spoke to the manager which was someone he knew well. He got an overview of Dr. Milton Fine. "Dr. Milton Fine is an unusually brilliant man who always gets his work done in a timely fashion. He is very detail oriented and efficient. He only works here part time. I have been trying to convince him to go full time, but he has too many other obligations," the manager informed Bruce.

"I would like to meet with him as soon as possible," Bruce told him.

"He is in his office, fifth floor, number 512," the manager told Bruce. Bruce went to his office and just opened the door and walked right in. He owned this place, so he felt no need to knock. He heard the clacking sound of the keyboard as this man sat rapidly typing away on the computer. "Mr. Wayne," he stood up as Bruce entered the room. He approached him. "I am Dr. Fine. It is an honor to meet you sir," He shook his hand with a firm hand shake and he looked him in the eye.

"I heard you will be doing a psychological evaluation on Lex Luthor, for the courts," Bruce told him.

"You heard correct. I am doing that strictly on my own time on my own home computers," Milton told him. "I am not using any Arkham resources or time for that."

"Oh, I am not concerned about that," Bruce told him.

A teenaged girl walked in Mr. Fine's office. "In the parking lot, I saw..." Her words suddenly trailed off as she looked at Bruce and Bruce looked back at her.

"Oh my god," Bruce quietly said to himself as he realized this was the same young lady he met in Central City a few days ago with Clark. She stumbled as she approached and her breathing became heavy.

"I am meeting with…" Milton tried to dismiss her then he realized how she was acting. "Are you alright?"

"I don't know. I feel like I am going to faint," she told him. She slightly fell, catching herself on the desk.

"Go outside, get some fresh air, some sun shine," Milton said as he pointed to the balcony door. She nodded and slowly made her way to the balcony. She closed the sliding door behind her.

"Who was that?" Bruce asked.

"Oh, she is my latest intern," Milton answered the question.

"I mean what is her name," Bruce asked. Bruce thought she looked a bit young to be an intern.

"Kara, her name is Kara." Milton answered the question. Milton closed the curtain to the balcony as he wanted to put her out of sight and out of mind. Well he did that, Bruce added his special pen to the holder that already had several pens in it. "I hope you don't have a problem with me doing the court reports for Lex."

"I was actually interested in reading the report. I am no expert on this, but in my opinion, Lex is nuts," Bruce told him.

"You don't know the half of it." Milton nodded. "Definitely, he has numerous psychological issues. Personally I would be happy to share the report with you, but legally, I cannot, not without the court or Mr. Luthor's consent."

"I understand," Bruce told him. "Lex believes I have him over a barrel so to speak, so I believe he will consent to this. He has to. Lex thinks you plan to kill him."

Bruce expected Milton to either laugh at that because it was utterly ridiculous or get angry at the false accusation, but without an emotion at all Milton just uttered, "Now I can add paranoid to the report." Bruce maintained strong eye contact with Milton the entire time and did not see any of the usual signs of someone lying in his gestures, eye contact, blinking or any of that. "Oh, wait, that is already there. Lex has a few screws loose to say the least, but thankfully his plan totally and completely failed," Milton looked at Bruce with a perfectly even expression.

Bruce pretended he didn't know Superman was still alive. "I wouldn't say totally failed. He did manage to kill Superman."

"No, that wasn't his goal at all. That is incidental," Milton told him.

"Ok, Dr. Lecter… Explain yourself," Bruce didn't understand that at all.

Milton ignored being called by the wrong name as he didn't get the Silence of the Lamb reference. "Ok, don't let Lex's goofy, childlike innocence fool you. The love of shooting hoops and jolly rancher candy is all a facade, a mask if you will. Underneath it all, he is a very dangerous schemer starving for power."

"But he has been exposed, the world knows it now," Bruce said as Milton's words really struck a chord with him. He knew his billionaire drunken playboy image was largely a façade to make absurd the idea that at night Bruce Wayne would be doing anything other than getting drunk and screwing his latest bimbo. The idea that he was the dark knight would be simply laughed off.

"Exactly! Imagine if you will, what would have happened if Lex's plan had succeeded. If Superman actually did what he was ordered to do, rip off the head of the bat and bring it to him caught on camera for the whole world to see. What would the world think of Superman then? More importantly, what would the world think of Lex for doing away with him after that?" Milton posed these questions. Bruce looked him in the eye yet again looking for those telltale signs of a liar. Milton's tones remained even and unwavering.

"Lex would be the savior," Bruce uttered slowly as he began to understand. "What if Batman actually won?"

"Who won the fight didn't really matter. All Lex had to do was make the winner look evil. Batman almost does that all by himself. Actually killing someone as good as Superman seals the deal. He kills Batman off with that monster he created and the plan still works." Milton stared Bruce in the eye as he said all that.

"You are saying he did all this just for popularity?" Bruce glared at Milton as what he was saying infuriated him.

"Think bigger. He isn't some high school kid trying to win the heart of the prom queen. Instead of being branded a criminal, he would be a hero, a shoe in for public offices. He could have public backing in his anti-meta human agenda, if history taught you anything, this would have played out very similar to the Salem Witch trials. He would have public opinion on his side. He could go after anyone." Milton looked to the curtain he closed.

"Holy crap! He is not only crazy. He is just down right evil," Bruce looked at Milton completely shocked.

"Bingo," Milton said.

"Let me just check on your intern before I go," Bruce suggested.

"Please don't. She will be fine. She has many allergies. She is probably allergic to your cologne or something," Milton suggested.

"Or something," Bruce said as the slight green glow from his pocket caught his eye. Bruce left.

A/n

I got this idea of what Milton tells Batman from seeing a very anti-Superman poster. One of the things splashed on it was Luthor Savior, which solidified this idea in my head. I have not decided yet if I should make what Milton said to Bruce fact or crap.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I would love to know what you thought. Does Milton's theory make sense that Lex wanted to make Superman look evil so Lex would look like a hero when he did away with him?