Lex Luthor really likes Bruce Wayne, for some reason.
No one can comprehend why genius, egocentric, greedy, part-time villain Lex Luthor brightens up every time his business adversary—air-headed, philanthropic, full-blown alcoholic Brucie Wayne—is in the room. But he does.
An array of reporters are feebly dismissed without any parting words and left in stunned silence while Luthor swftly abandoned them to join the non-business crowd that was surrounding Wayne. His two latest pieces of eye-candy clung to either arm in outfits so revealing they bordered on indecent, yet somehow neither of them attracted more attention than Wayne himself.
Wayne’s clothes were, technically, far more conservative. The man was in an immaculate dark suit, though several buttons had been left carelessly undone at the throat to reveal the smudged bite marks and fading lipstick stains scattered along his neck. Very vulgar, on normal circumstances, but outright repulsive in a charity gala.
It wasn’t uncommon to be a “ladies’ man” in their monetary circle, but Wayne had crossed that border so far he was well into the “whore” area in the public’s eye (an impressive feat for a male).
He was exactly the kind of guy the poor and the gossip tabloids alike loved and men like Luthor hated.
Or at least should hate.
Luthor all but pushes the mayor of Star City out of the way to greet a clearly-tipsy Wayne with a (genuine?) smile on his face that shines almost as much as his bald head.
Bruce smoothly ignores Luthor.
Clark lifts an eyebrow and hides his smirk by sipping his glass of champagne. He decides that whatever persuasion/seduction/hypnosis meta ability Wayne has, the man wouldn’t do anything too bad with it. Whether that was because he was genuinely kind or simply not smart enough hardly mattered.
He decides to just leave Wayne be.
The faintly dejected look on Luthor’s face certainly helped that assessment
