Lex Luthor was not in the office working nor was he at a business meeting. He was on a personal errand, one of amends. The limousine was stopped at the gate as identification was checked and his appointment verified. The car moved up the drive and followed the directions given by the security guard, driving past the beautifully maintained landscape. The car drove up to the main building a luxurious estate house. Lex entered the building and was quickly greeted by a well-dressed receptionist.
"Mr. Luthor, how is your day going?"
"Just fine. I'd like to see him now."
"Yes, sir," she said motioning over to a man in a light blue uniform with a tag upon his shirt. "Brian here will take you to his suite? I'll inform his doctor your are here."
"Don't bother. I'm just here for a visit," he said dismissively.
Brian walked over and led him through the manor, a place most would consider a palace. He had used it as a prison, keeping his worst enemy inside. Lionel Luthor, his father, who had taken an early retirement from Luthor Corp. now resided at the Fallsview Health Resort. It was in reality a mental health facility for the rich.
Dismissing Brian after the servant unlocked the door, Lex walking into his father's rooms without knocking. "Hello Dad."
"Lex! This is a surprise," said Lionel putting down his book. "You've never visited me before."
"Its part of the kinder, more caring image Luthor Corp. is portraying," replied Lex, closing the door, then sitting down across from his father.
"When did this image makeover begin?"
"About four months ago," replied Lex with a sated smile.
"So what are you here for exactly, Lex?" asked Lionel suspiciously.
"How would you like to leave here and return to working for the company? Not in the same position of course," said.Lex.
"Finding out you bit off a little more then you can chew? You were always too emotional Lex, too rash."
"I'm handling it just fine. We can build a new Luthor Corp. empire together. One bigger and better then you ever imagined."
"You put so much effort into taking over Lex, and putting me in here? Now you are offering to let me out. What problem do I have to take care of this time?"
"No problem, Dad. Let's just say I found out the truth about a situation I thought you had caused and this is my way of ...."
"Apologizing?" asked his father, with a smile.
"Rectifying an error. You underestimated me even after I warned you, so you made an error in judgement as well."
"So I'm supposed to accept and pretend that you getting me committed to a mental asylum never happened."
"More or less, it's this option or you can stay here. Your choice. I can't imagine why you'd ever want to leave," Lex said sarcastically. "There's so much to do here, matching wits against.... Ooh that's right, you are confined to these rooms unless supervision and recreation is strictly regulated." His father sputtered with that remark, apparently three years in this high-class nuthouse had taken their toll. "Look Dad, if you decide to take me up on my offer call me," said Lex getting out of his chair and heading for the door.
"What's to stop me from taking over once you let me out?"
"Just the fact I'll have papers proving you've been committed to a medical facility if you try. This isn't a gift, if you decide to leave this... place there will be a price, to be named later. Good-bye Dad."
Lex walked out of the room leaving his father to think. He was quite sure that the man would give in --once he'd delayed long enough to try and make him think that he was actually going to turn him down of course. When his father accepted have killed two birds with one stone. Climbing into the limousine, Lex returned to thinking about business matters for the rest of the day.
After spending the afternoon in the office, he arrived home to find the apartment smelling of Chinese food. Clark had ordered takeout, how quaint.
"Mr. Luthor, how is your day going?"
"Just fine. I'd like to see him now."
"Yes, sir," she said motioning over to a man in a light blue uniform with a tag upon his shirt. "Brian here will take you to his suite? I'll inform his doctor your are here."
"Don't bother. I'm just here for a visit," he said dismissively.
Brian walked over and led him through the manor, a place most would consider a palace. He had used it as a prison, keeping his worst enemy inside. Lionel Luthor, his father, who had taken an early retirement from Luthor Corp. now resided at the Fallsview Health Resort. It was in reality a mental health facility for the rich.
Dismissing Brian after the servant unlocked the door, Lex walking into his father's rooms without knocking. "Hello Dad."
"Lex! This is a surprise," said Lionel putting down his book. "You've never visited me before."
"Its part of the kinder, more caring image Luthor Corp. is portraying," replied Lex, closing the door, then sitting down across from his father.
"When did this image makeover begin?"
"About four months ago," replied Lex with a sated smile.
"So what are you here for exactly, Lex?" asked Lionel suspiciously.
"How would you like to leave here and return to working for the company? Not in the same position of course," said.Lex.
"Finding out you bit off a little more then you can chew? You were always too emotional Lex, too rash."
"I'm handling it just fine. We can build a new Luthor Corp. empire together. One bigger and better then you ever imagined."
"You put so much effort into taking over Lex, and putting me in here? Now you are offering to let me out. What problem do I have to take care of this time?"
"No problem, Dad. Let's just say I found out the truth about a situation I thought you had caused and this is my way of ...."
"Apologizing?" asked his father, with a smile.
"Rectifying an error. You underestimated me even after I warned you, so you made an error in judgement as well."
"So I'm supposed to accept and pretend that you getting me committed to a mental asylum never happened."
"More or less, it's this option or you can stay here. Your choice. I can't imagine why you'd ever want to leave," Lex said sarcastically. "There's so much to do here, matching wits against.... Ooh that's right, you are confined to these rooms unless supervision and recreation is strictly regulated." His father sputtered with that remark, apparently three years in this high-class nuthouse had taken their toll. "Look Dad, if you decide to take me up on my offer call me," said Lex getting out of his chair and heading for the door.
"What's to stop me from taking over once you let me out?"
"Just the fact I'll have papers proving you've been committed to a medical facility if you try. This isn't a gift, if you decide to leave this... place there will be a price, to be named later. Good-bye Dad."
Lex walked out of the room leaving his father to think. He was quite sure that the man would give in --once he'd delayed long enough to try and make him think that he was actually going to turn him down of course. When his father accepted have killed two birds with one stone. Climbing into the limousine, Lex returned to thinking about business matters for the rest of the day.
After spending the afternoon in the office, he arrived home to find the apartment smelling of Chinese food. Clark had ordered takeout, how quaint.
