"Lois is here," Mercy commented.
"Of course she is," Luthor slid his hand over his face in frustration. "Tell her I'm out."
"She says she followed you in."
"Let her worry about that."
A minute passed, and then.
"Cops, Lex. Security pinged. They're pulling up outside."
"They can wait, too."
Mercy switched through several of the linked screens. Luthor had his own set-up, displaying about two dozen live videos at a time, of different view-points and satellites.
"Wait, that's not Superman…" she commented, and wrinkled her nose as she turned away from the monitor, fixing her sharp, almond eyes on Lex.
The small bright being leapt towards the satellite like a spark.
"No – it is not." He frowned. And he knew then what was coming next. Even as the spark grew, and its light enveloped the satellite, smashing it into vaporising smithereens.
He sighed. "Three… two… one…"
The wall behind him exploded.
"Am I that predictable, Luthor? Sorry to keep you waiting," Superman dusted the rubble from his blue costume. "Traffic, you know. You wouldn't believe it."
"I might," Luthor glowered. "So that's not you up there. I didn't know you started taking side-kicks."
"There are no side-kicks in this business. Just good friends, Luthor, something you could stand to learn about."
Luthor rolled his eyes. "Sounds adorable. Like children."
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