The Entrepreneur
Lex Luthor stood staring out the glass wall of his office, located on the 33rd floor of the tallest building in Metropolis. The room he occupied was a technological wonder. State of the art computer, intercom, and even a voice-recognizable desk. Every single item, no matter how trivial, was produced and patented by LexCorp. of course.
The city of Metropolis lay out before him, seeming to go on forever. He knew the landscape like the back of his checkbook. After all, he had built a good third of it.
"This city is mine," he assured himself. "Each and every citizen here knows that. I put this place on the map. Countless hours, weeks, YEARS of hard work. It's mine."
It finally seemed like everyone was coming together for the billionaire. He stood with a purpose. His black $6000 suit, custom made, fit his muscular frame perfectly. Not a single thread either too long or too short. He could see a bit of his reflection in the glass. When he started losing his hair as a young man, at first he was upset. Now, completely bald, it gave him a sense of uniqueness and intimitation.
"They respect me, love me. And why shouldn't they? After all I've done here.."
The self-made genius's somewhat questionable past had been swept almost completely under the rug. A few arrests, a few trials. All easily pinned on unsuspecting patsies. One of the many benefits of being a LexCorp. employee.
"I should never have been caught," he whispered. "It was flawless. No man could have figured it out, been at all those places at once."
The scene, which Lex had been observing below, was starting to disperse. The hostages were being attended to, and the criminals taken away by the MCPD. Superman said his good-byes, and headed up, up, into the sky.
"Alien." Luthor's lips curled around his clenched teeth. "You don't even belong here. And they love you. When one thinks of Metropolis, they think of Superman, not Lex Luthor."
Superman saw Lex, smiled, waved, and flew off into the horizon.
"Well," the entrepreneur smiled. "Not for long."
Lex Luthor stood staring out the glass wall of his office, located on the 33rd floor of the tallest building in Metropolis. The room he occupied was a technological wonder. State of the art computer, intercom, and even a voice-recognizable desk. Every single item, no matter how trivial, was produced and patented by LexCorp. of course.
The city of Metropolis lay out before him, seeming to go on forever. He knew the landscape like the back of his checkbook. After all, he had built a good third of it.
"This city is mine," he assured himself. "Each and every citizen here knows that. I put this place on the map. Countless hours, weeks, YEARS of hard work. It's mine."
It finally seemed like everyone was coming together for the billionaire. He stood with a purpose. His black $6000 suit, custom made, fit his muscular frame perfectly. Not a single thread either too long or too short. He could see a bit of his reflection in the glass. When he started losing his hair as a young man, at first he was upset. Now, completely bald, it gave him a sense of uniqueness and intimitation.
"They respect me, love me. And why shouldn't they? After all I've done here.."
The self-made genius's somewhat questionable past had been swept almost completely under the rug. A few arrests, a few trials. All easily pinned on unsuspecting patsies. One of the many benefits of being a LexCorp. employee.
"I should never have been caught," he whispered. "It was flawless. No man could have figured it out, been at all those places at once."
The scene, which Lex had been observing below, was starting to disperse. The hostages were being attended to, and the criminals taken away by the MCPD. Superman said his good-byes, and headed up, up, into the sky.
"Alien." Luthor's lips curled around his clenched teeth. "You don't even belong here. And they love you. When one thinks of Metropolis, they think of Superman, not Lex Luthor."
Superman saw Lex, smiled, waved, and flew off into the horizon.
"Well," the entrepreneur smiled. "Not for long."
