No one who mattered knew where Lucas Dunleavy, er Luthor depending on your perspective, was and that's how he wanted it. Lex had set Lucas up in a nice, safe apartment in Bay City, just outside Boston. It was quiet, no night clubs, no backroom high stakes poker games, needless to say Lucas was bored but he knew Lex was doing what was needed so he dealt with it. He got daily e-mails from both Lex and Paris and phone calls almost every other day from both, sure he was a perfect jerk to Paris when he first met her but after a boot to the jaw and they all worked together to make Lionel look like a jerk the two formed a friendship. Since there was nothing to do, well nothing Lucas usually did anyway, he managed to save almost all of the money Lex sent him leaving him with a nice nest egg just incase anything ever happened. And that day did happen. When he heard it on the radio he didn't believe it, no one the car radio ever knows what the hell they're talking about anyway. So as soon as he got home he turned on the TVand it was everywhere, Plane Crash, Lex Luthor Missing, Luthor Heir Presumed Dead. Days later the bereaved widow was on TV telling her account of the tale, he saw right through the bitch, Lex was dead and she was responsible. Then the phone calls and e-mails from his last real tie to the outside world stopped coming, he'd heard rumors that she was in some kind of car accident and was in bad shape. He knew that the security he'd been enjoying over the past few months was gone, because there was no way in hell Lionel Luthor was going to help him out again, not after what they did to him, and even if he would there was no way lucas was ever going to truth the bastard again. So Lucas did what he did best, packed his bags, loaded the car and ran.
He couldn't go back to edge city, or anywhere near the Midwest for that matter, he'd wind up on too many people's radar too quickly. So he drove up the coast to Gotham. It was more like the places he was used to living in, and a far cry from the calm of Bay City. And if all else failed he'd get to see a guy in a black leather bat suit, and there was no way he was going to pass that up. He'd gotten himself set up in an apartment in a nicer part of the city, not the Gold Coast but definitely not the slums. He wanted to make the bitch who killed his brother pay for what she did, she took away the only sense of security that he'd ever had and no one got away with that. He'd been laying low plotting his quiet revenge for months when the biggest break ever fell into his lap. He was in a bar one night in late August when she just walked through the door, if he hadn't known better he would have said it was a little too coincidental, but he was sure she had no idea who she was. When she slid up the bar next to him he had to contain himself from strangling her right then and there.
He turned to her and took in her appearance, a little thin, there were bags under her eyes, all in all she looked tired. "You look like you've had a rough day." He needed to gain her trust and keep her close so he could then destroy her.
"Yeah well I just got out of a bad marriage." Lucas had to keep himself from snorting in laughter at her. She retrieved a cigarette form her purse but couldn't find a lighter. "You wouldn't happen to have a lighter would you?" Lucas reached into his pocket and produced a lighter, then proceeded to light her cigarette for her. "You look a little young to be in here. What's your story?"
"Family issues."
"Running away from home?"
"Sort of." He took a sip of his drink. He felt bad for what he was about to do but knew it had to be done. "Look I have a car outside and a place not too far away. Whadda say?"
"I'd say you're a little young for me, but that'd be dumb." She knew exactly who he was and exactly what she wanted from him and she was not going to pass it up if he was going to be dumb enough to let her in.
After a few nights of "coincidentally meeting" up at the same bar at the same time and winding up in bed back at his place they formed an uneasy partnership that was getting better. She trusted him, he was almost certain, and he trusted her, she assumed. Neither had any inclination what the other had planned.
They conveniently wound up back in Metropolis a few weeks after Lex and Paris both came home for good. Lucas was apprehensive at first but knew that if he objected he'd send a red flag up to Helen, who had told him her name was Katherine. So he went along with her knowing that at least he'd be able to make sure she didn't try to kill Lex again. They laid low, making sure no one who ever knew them before had any inkling they were there. Which was becoming increasingly hard to do because he'd seen Paris around town a few times and had to haul ass out of sight ASAP without drawing attention to himself. He didn't know why his brother chose to marry Helen, the psychotic bitch, while he had Paris around but that was a conversation for another time. Plus Lex had his security detail out looking for him again, not only in Metropolis but every other city Lucas had ever lived in, making it hard to do just about anything. For now it was a waiting game, he was waiting for her to screw up somehow and she was waiting for the right time to put her plan into action. Whatever happened Lucas was going to make sure that there was no chance in hell of her hurting any one o them ever again.
