#evil lex luthor

[lexcorp-offical]

Good evening, Luthor.

@big-blue-of-tomorrow

Superman. And here I was under the impression I might finally enjoy a peaceful evening.

Do I even want to know what you're here for, or are you here to throw your weight around again and destroy my office?

[lexcorp-offical]

You should kiss Superman

I'd rather not.

[lexcorp-offical]

[ Luthor wasn't angry. Angry was too small of a word. He was livid. That pathetic little brat he'd commanded to return to the lab still hadn't dragged its useless, worthless face back.

He'd have to give it another command shortly. Let it play hero and victim somewhere else for now as long as the damned creature stayed out of the way.

He'd find it. And when he did, he'd put it down like the mangy stray it was.

Right now, the only thing that mattered now was Clone 18.

The first one would rot in a shallow grave shortly. Even though it wasn't planned, it wasn't terrible to have waited a little longer. This one had soaked longer, meaning more time for the memories to curdle in, more time for the training to carve itself into its meat. The tube hissed as the gel drained in thick vile bubbles. Luthor didn't watch with anticipation. He knew what he was watching. He knew how it would react.

He hit it with the shock. Superboy 18 convulsed, choking on the tube, sputtering like the amalgamation it was. Luthor just stood there, cold as steel, waiting for it to stop struggling. ]

[lexcorp-offical]

When did you start showing Kon off?

We first trotted out Superboy six months after we made it, two weeks into keeping it awake.

We roused it and left it in the tube. The pathetic thing would thrash and sob against the glass. Too stupid to understand us or communicate. But little zaps and shrieking whistles were enough to get it to comply. After a week, it stopped fighting. Just sat there in the tube, limp and useless. I believe we have the recording of it in its file.

That's when we started the real work. It is infinitely easier to slice open and rummage through a Kryptonian before it gets its precious powers. In the first few demonstrations, we had it strapped down tight in a surgical theater as a struggling specimen to poke and sample. Cadmus was very interested in those little field trips.

[lexcorp-offical]

[There's a quiet, tentative knock on the door. Shortly after, a smaller androgynous-looking woman ventures to crack the door open with an already apologetic look on her face, though it's slightly hidden by her curls.] "...Sir...? Y-You have a meeting in an hour with your Board of Directors.." [The woman ventures in a quiet rasp, very nearly below someone's normal speaking tone. There's the steady hum of an oxygen machine that permeates the air around her, and it almost covers her voice. She looks like she's ready to leave immediately, not even having stepped foot into the room.] "...do you want me to reschedule again..?" @shi-and-loh

[ Luther was watching Superboy 018's progress when he heard the knock. If he hadn't been looking at the woman or been able to read lips, he doubted he would have heard let alone noticed her. Luthor clicked his tongue. ]

No, it's too late to reschedule. Thank you for reminding me. Miss, whatever your name is, try summoning enough air to actually form sound. You’re about as useful as static if I have to strain through your own oxygen hiss to hear you. Now. Once more. Use that little voice of yours, introduce yourself.

[lexcorp-offical]

*Ina bites Luthor on the hand as a greeting. They’re still getting used to their strength, so it’s definitely harder than they meant to.*

@ish-el

[ Luthor smacks 15 off of him like swatting a diseased flea off his sleeve. He doesn’t even look at first, just reacts automatically with disgust. When he finally glances down, his lip curls like he’d discovered something vile.

The little failure actually had the nerve to bite him!

Disgusting little waste of company resources.

Luthor taps his phone with deliberate slowness, and the speakers throughout LexCorp scream to life. Luthor had created the system using Superboy as a baseline. A frequency designed to be silent to humans but unbearable to parasites. A sound that makes them writhe and remember they’re nothing but biological mistakes kept on a short leash. Lex however isn't cruel, he let it play for not even fifteen seconds. Long enough for 15’s eyes to water and for his hands to shake.

Luthor hummed like he’s bored. He doesn’t raise his voice. He knows doesn’t need to. ]

You ever use those teeth on me again and I’ll pull every last one out with pliers and make you wear them as an accessory.

[lexcorp-offical]

"I’m not eager to hand tomorrow over to an interplanetary extremist with laser eyes. There’s only room on this world for one leader, Superman. When I’m finished with you, every last gibbon out there will know you for the menace you are… and they’ll realize that Lex Luthor is their savior."

Lex Luthor

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Handler of @greaterthansuperman

Now that the beast has returned, stronger and surrounded by more loyal pets than ever, Superboy must be forced into its proper place. A tool to be the superior role model for the fragile human masses who can't stand not having a godly overseer. But with it as a tool, we can remind them that they are beneath us. An imitation. A thing to be used, then shelved. An Alien.

[lexcorp-offical]