Desperate Times, Desperate Measures
Chapter 2- So what? I'm RICH!
(AN: I decided to make it in the JLU continuity…Make things a little more…interesting….)
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
"I'm offering you a bargain you just can't refuse!" Luthor said, almost pleadingly. He was trying to strike a deal with Superman, trying hard, though he had a bat's chance in Heaven.
Lex started again. "I'll pay for every last bit of damage done to your stupid little tower! "
Superman cut him off. "We already have a new tower….better than the last I might add."
Luthor paused for a split second. "Hell, I'll pay for emotional trauma, and send you all to the best shrink in the world! Just get rid of this crazy woman! Name it! I'll never bother you in the rest of your existence of your stupid little league!"
-I'm such a liar…-
Superman's arms remained crossed over his muscular chest (he looks like he has steroids for daily meals…). "No dice, Luthor."
Lex racked his ever-working, never-resting brain to think of some method to get Superman to help his ultimate in freaky situation. He had two plans left:
"Have you no sympathy for a dying man?" he asked, his new plan, playing on Big Blue's guilt.
Superman thought for a bit. "Not when he's you, sorry." he replied nonchalantly.
-Damn! It failed!- Luthor said to himself, thinking of another way to get the Justice League's help.
That's it! Luthor thought finally.
"I'll destroy every ounce of kryptonite I own. Red and green. What do you say?" Luthor's brain hurt from all the thinking and swindling and brain-racking he did in the span of about an hour and a half.
This got Superman wondering.
"And what's in it for the rest of the league?" asked the Boy Scout.
"Well…" Luthor was in a predicament. "It works for Supergirl." He wasn't quite aware of what the other leaguers wanted. "I'll find a girlfriend for Flash, a hobby for the Bat…"
Superman shook his head at him, laughing to himself at the utter panic-stricken Luthor.
"Fine, Luthor, I'll do it." he said finally.
Later that Day…..
Superman was in the Conference Room with some members of the League, relating the events of the past few hours to them in various assimilated tones of amusement and false concern riddling his voice.
"Luthor has a stalker and he wants us to find her and stop her." he said, holding back a snicker.
Flash, on the other hand, laughed out loud.
"A…a…STALKER?" he asked incredulously, snickering.
"Yup…a stalker." Superman said, smiling a bit. He shook his head. "And he's really freaking out…But his situation is, well, odd."
He unfolded a massacred-looking piece of paper and showed it to Batman.
Superman could have sworn that he had seen a smile on his face.
"Odd indeed." he said, passing the paper on to Question who read bits and pieces of it out loud.
"This is obviously a ploy to get Luthor to surrender his kryptonite collection. The pink stationery is indicative of the veracity of the statement, which is false…"
He rambled on, spewing off conspiracy theories about it as if it was going out of style.
"So are we helping him or not? I said I would, after all, what's the harm in one stalker?"
"Stalkers is a term synonymous with Psychotic Guardian Angel. You'd be surprised to what lengths one would go just to corner their prey, backed into a wall…to have them all for themselves…."
"So are we or not? I could use a mission with laughs included…" Flash said, grinning.