White House, Washington DC
1:21 p.m, November 28
The sky above was clear and showed no shades of grey in the present clouds. Lex peered from his window out into the sunny green fields of the White House. The only distractions to the setting involved two men clad in black suits and an earpiece, blue tie, black shades, and a pair of expensive black leather shoes. The view would have been quite exquisite were it not for their disruptive prescence on the field. It would have been best if they just simply left. Besides, it wasn't like their being there could actually do anything to make him any safer than he already was. Nobody kills the president in his own home.
"We've had our little differences in the past," came Lex, losing no focus on the window. In the room accompanying him was an old friend turned reporter for the Daily Planet.
Clark Kent stood perfectly still, staring at Lex's back with his thick 14 centimeter wide glasses. He said nothing.
Lex after shortly realizing the silence, decided to go on.
"I'm not going to lie to you Clark. I still have those old feelings. I'm guessing as do you."
The silent treatment he got in return implied a nod of approval.
"You see the news?" he asked, turning his head to the corner of his desk for only a glance. Placed neatly on top was the November 28 newspaper. Printed in its usual black and white on the front page was a new story about Gotham City. "Batman to turn edge", read the title marked in a dark bold font.
"What about it?" Clark went ahead and asked.
"This guy there. Damien Crest. I like what he's been doing. If you flipped through the business pages, you'd know that he actually is turning things in Gotham."
"Why are you telling me?" Was Clark's way of asking, "Where do I fit in?"
Lex was glad he asked. It made the truth so much easier.
"Your friend. I know that he is going to try and face Damien. Turn against him. For reasons you should know. This Gotham friend of yours wants to keep showing his pathetic face around the public eye. And he isn't doing things right. He is going to make a complete mess of things."
Batman was no friend of Clark Kent or his identity underneath. Batman was simply a fammiliar. Neither of them blended well together. The dark knight was always doing things a little too off the charts. To him there were no restrictions beside the basic ones. He was just an enraged creature trying to share his misery with the rest of the world. And for once in his life, Clark mused at the fact that for once they shared something in common.
"This Batman...might even try and kill him," accused Lex.
Clark moved not an inch, and puffed lightly at the idea. That was an abhorent thing to say, even more to believe.
"He isn't like that," he assured Lex. "We have our differences. But he isn't like that. Commiting such an act for him would be failure for everything he has worked for."
"But you have killed in the past Kent. And you would do it if it were necessary...would you not?"
To this Clark thought before he spoke.
"I will do what is necessary. If he goes out of hand, I will try and talk with him."
"And if he ignores?" Lex pushed on.
Clark said nothing for a few moments. Then, "I will do what is necessary."
Lex turned his back around and faced Clark. He took a few steps forward on the carpet room to where Clark was standing.
"Thank you for your cooperation Clark. I really do hope we meet again later on much better terms."