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Ah nothing like a good shower.

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Read.

LEX LUTHOR LEX LUTHOR LEX LUTHOR LEX LUTHOR LEX LUTHOR LEX LUTHOR

I WILL SUMMON HIM

S T O P

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The reluctance was delicious, enticing even; Lex tracked Clark's shoulders coming up in discomfort, the peek of his tongue wetting his lips returning a vivid memory of their last time together. The tight, tense anger in Lex softened.

Lex couldn't control what Superman did, they couldn't force Deathstroke to work better, couldn't even compel Wayne to sell them the kryptonite he needed, and couldn't fix the mining issues in Zambesi — damn time for a country to discover democracy.

But he could control this. Soothed, Lex reached up to cup Clark's face. Curved their fingers over Clark's sharp, clean jawline.

God, if the man wasn't Lex's type.

Clark Kent was six foot three of prettily maintained muscle, like every jock dickhead Lex remembered in highschool, except for the dark hair, just like dear daddy and his belt strap. And he was an idealistic, annoying thorn in Lex's lionpaw, reporting on every minor malfeasance in LexCo's daily workings. Dark haired and blue-eyed as the alien monster, but beautifully simple to control in comparison.

Buy out the Planet. Become his boss. Threaten his co-workers. Put Clark's byline on articles he'd never write. Force him into a windowless, dingy basement office. Force him against a desk. Make him ask. Make him consent. Make him beg.

Saliva welled in Lex's mouth, and they swallowed in anticipation, before requesting silkily, "ask me to kiss you."

And then, impulse, as Lex's hand moved to remove Clark's glasses. To look at the blue eyes hungrily. Heartbeat throbbing, fantasy close at hand, Lex clarified: "Ask me to kiss you, Superman."

Clark, I need you in my office oh so immediately.

Sure thing, Lex, I'll be right there. (: Clark sent off the reply and stood from his desk, stretching with a soft groan. Up the stairs to the main elevators, and up the elevators to the small waiting area outside Lex's office he went. Clark balked slightly at the desk, but still gave Sidra a small, warm smile. "Lex called for me," he told her, setting a small container down by her hand. "Um, I don't know if you can eat, or have some olfactory stuff, or if you might enjoy just breaking them up, but I made cookies? They're chocolate chocolate-chip."

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Would you have someone else, maybe a sort of puppet you could control (mad hatter tech maybe?) use platinum kryptonite?

Nothing as clumsy as Mr Jervis Tetch's work, who doesn't even have a doctorate by the way, but I have some ideas.

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Luthor,

I’ve finished the environmental report analysis for levels of kryptonite radiation in New Jersey and Delaware.

File too large for email.

Let me know if you want me to bring the USB drive up for you.

- DMcV.

Sure, swing by and drop it off with Sidra.

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If you had platinum kryptonite, would you use it?

Not personally, no.

I'd certainly use it for other purposes, plenty to experiment with, perhaps on a subject. But I have no interest in becoming a freak just to stop one xenothreat, even one as prominent as Superman.

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R&D is requesting additional funds for the purchasing of Dr Crane’s Type-K Fear Gas.

@lexcorp-intern

Go ahead, this is crucial for my plans. It's time for a God to learn fear.

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Lex turned on Clark with a grin that too easily reached their eyes. The door closed with a whistle of air, and Lex's gaze dropped to the container of cookies.

"How sweet," Lex took the container and without missing a beat, dropped it immediately into the bin.

Now that both their hands were free, Lex stepped directly into Clark's space, and cocked his head, "it's been awhile since we've been together." Lex's eyes lidded below their glasses. "You've missed it." A beat, before Lex's voice lowered: "Tell me how much you've missed it."

Clark, I need you in my office oh so immediately.

Sure thing, Lex, I'll be right there. (: Clark sent off the reply and stood from his desk, stretching with a soft groan. Up the stairs to the main elevators, and up the elevators to the small waiting area outside Lex's office he went. Clark balked slightly at the desk, but still gave Sidra a small, warm smile. "Lex called for me," he told her, setting a small container down by her hand. "Um, I don't know if you can eat, or have some olfactory stuff, or if you might enjoy just breaking them up, but I made cookies? They're chocolate chocolate-chip."

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"I cannot eat," Sidra repeated, the confused but blank repetition somewhere between childlike and mechanical. At the slow shake of Clark's head, Sidra did not answer directly- save the tiny, melodic chime of acknowledgement. The brief flicker as their eyes turned green in acceptance.

Sidra did not follow Clark's gaze, but also did not withdraw her hand. "I will inform Lex Luthor of your arrival," they said clearly.

The brush of thumb, and careful squeeze seemed to produce- not a gasp exactly, but the artificial equivalent of one, a sudden hiss of Sidra's entire system venting excess heat -and then a murmur that was barely audible for human hearing: "I must watch. If you change your mind, I remember."

Even in the artificial intelligence's placid tones, there was something angry and agonised in the admission. No wonder Lex's AI hated him; Sidra was unwilling witness to everything they did.

Bringing their hand back to their side, Sidra pressed a button and the doorway swished open to Lex's office. Green eyes turned a dusky pink, as Sidra indicated the door: "Lex Luthor is expecting you."

And within the office, Lex Luthor did not seem that expectant. He was pacing back and forth around his desk, by the floor length windows. Criss and across, Lex stalked, stopping to examine the screen above the desk- sneering at it, and then resuming their pacing.

And Lex called out, drawling, "Clark, now."

Clark, I need you in my office oh so immediately.

Sure thing, Lex, I'll be right there. (: Clark sent off the reply and stood from his desk, stretching with a soft groan. Up the stairs to the main elevators, and up the elevators to the small waiting area outside Lex's office he went. Clark balked slightly at the desk, but still gave Sidra a small, warm smile. "Lex called for me," he told her, setting a small container down by her hand. "Um, I don't know if you can eat, or have some olfactory stuff, or if you might enjoy just breaking them up, but I made cookies? They're chocolate chocolate-chip."

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Sidra's eyes flashed through a series of colors, tilting their head slowly at him. A blink, and finally, a quiet, pleasant chime sounded from within their chest. "I cannot eat," she said simply, and gently pushed the container a few inches across the desk towards Clark's hand. "Others will appreciate the nutritional value."

Their eyes were honey, glowing and golden, fixed on Clark. Her hand shot out- quick, incredibly quick, far faster than a human eye -and curled around Clark's. Sidra did not squeeze, did not even grasp, just laid their hand on his.

Not even the subsonic question, unspoken this time: do you want this recorded?

And the entire time, Sidra made no move to open Lex's door, nor to alert Lex of Clark's arrival. Just waited, staring at Clark, hand over his.

Clark, I need you in my office oh so immediately.

Sure thing, Lex, I'll be right there. (: Clark sent off the reply and stood from his desk, stretching with a soft groan. Up the stairs to the main elevators, and up the elevators to the small waiting area outside Lex's office he went. Clark balked slightly at the desk, but still gave Sidra a small, warm smile. "Lex called for me," he told her, setting a small container down by her hand. "Um, I don't know if you can eat, or have some olfactory stuff, or if you might enjoy just breaking them up, but I made cookies? They're chocolate chocolate-chip."

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uh so I bought kryptonite and when it got here it was pink for some reason? What does pink kryptonite do, should I be concerned?

Endocrinological imbalances in adult Kryptonians; still researching that one. If you're so worried, put it in a lead lockbox.

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To be fair on autocorrect, my handwriting is very cursive.

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Bitch 🫵

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Yeah, I don't mind that.

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Do you have proof that bruce wayne is abusing his children? We need to save the kids from him if you do!

I think it's very obvious when you think about it. Why else does a man take in so many vulnerable children, replacing them with younger ones as the older ones leave - and we never got a straight answer for how Jason Todd died.

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Are you dating anyone?

I don't really have the time to date people, but I have my fun.

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Is M. Luthor okay?

No, but L. Luthor is okay.

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hey Alexander

No. It's Lex.