Lex jumped as an arm unfurled from a dash of motion and tapped him on the shoulder. "Beep beep!" Clark grinned and darted out of the room again. Lex knew what was coming next but still jumped again when a red blur defined itself into The Flash.
"Have you seen that Roadrunner?"
Lex silently pointed down the hall.
"Thanks, pal!" The Flash disappeared in another blur.
Whoever let those two watch cartoons, Lex reflected, deserved an eternity of living with the consequences. He knew, better than most, that fate seems to consider banana peels the highest form of humor. After a lifetime of calling his adopted brother a freak and resenting every single new ability that surfaced, he was now surrounded by people with extraordinary abilities in what had become his social circle, the Justice League, where Clark's abilities weren't even all that unusual. Well, there was always Alfred, in most respects, but Lex suspected there was some kind of superpower that gave the butler's eyebrows a certain expressiveness that made one millimeter of motion an entire discourse.
He leaned back and contemplated his database structure. It had fields for the members' names, contact information, home base location, special abilities, and, once he got them to use the devices, GPS numbers. Some of them didn't have Social Security Numbers, so for those who didn't, he combined the day they joined the JLA with their birthdays and made the result the unique identifier. Well, not necessarily unique, but he was willing to leave something up to chance. The database was to help deploy responses to crises, not track IRS-type details, after all.
Now he had to start filling in the data. When he got to Diana and special abilities, he paused, a smirk twitching at his lips. There was that thing with the...no, he could just imagine what she'd do if he put that in as a special ability, no matter how astounding it was.
"Beep beep!" Clark was back, actually panting. The Flash had given him a good race, it seemed. Lex couldn't help it. He threw his head back and laughed.
AN:
I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
The image of Clark imitating the Roadrunner hopped into my mind in an email conversation and wouldn't leave, so being a sadistic person, I had to share.
"Have you seen that Roadrunner?"
Lex silently pointed down the hall.
"Thanks, pal!" The Flash disappeared in another blur.
Whoever let those two watch cartoons, Lex reflected, deserved an eternity of living with the consequences. He knew, better than most, that fate seems to consider banana peels the highest form of humor. After a lifetime of calling his adopted brother a freak and resenting every single new ability that surfaced, he was now surrounded by people with extraordinary abilities in what had become his social circle, the Justice League, where Clark's abilities weren't even all that unusual. Well, there was always Alfred, in most respects, but Lex suspected there was some kind of superpower that gave the butler's eyebrows a certain expressiveness that made one millimeter of motion an entire discourse.
He leaned back and contemplated his database structure. It had fields for the members' names, contact information, home base location, special abilities, and, once he got them to use the devices, GPS numbers. Some of them didn't have Social Security Numbers, so for those who didn't, he combined the day they joined the JLA with their birthdays and made the result the unique identifier. Well, not necessarily unique, but he was willing to leave something up to chance. The database was to help deploy responses to crises, not track IRS-type details, after all.
Now he had to start filling in the data. When he got to Diana and special abilities, he paused, a smirk twitching at his lips. There was that thing with the...no, he could just imagine what she'd do if he put that in as a special ability, no matter how astounding it was.
"Beep beep!" Clark was back, actually panting. The Flash had given him a good race, it seemed. Lex couldn't help it. He threw his head back and laughed.
AN:
I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
The image of Clark imitating the Roadrunner hopped into my mind in an email conversation and wouldn't leave, so being a sadistic person, I had to share.