Post by Lex Luthor on Sept 20, 2006 18:32:27 GMT -5
The giant Plexiglas window of the newly founded Lex Corp building staired unflinching down into the city bellow...Gotham City, The Jewel of Crime...the rain pecking at its sleek hull.
All it would take to turn this backwater den of inequity into a kingdom that would make the gods shed a tear was a man with the right goods. Not a politiction...
The vast office of Alexander Luthor lay enveloped in the full moonlight. On his desk, newspaper with the headline, The Riddler Nabbed By Caped Cursader....
...Not question spewing moron...
...Dark Knight Returns
...and certainly not a latex adorned maniac...
His hands crossed behind his back, the bald figure stood silently, his nose nearly touching the glass, observing the people below scurrying about like ants, trying to make time in their mediocre lives. They'd needed things to liven up. They were practically begging for it. A few more halfway house appearances and they'd get their wish.
Inevitably, his silence was broken with pained whines.
"LLLLLLLeeeeex."
His face contorted at the sound of her voice.
"Are you just going to stand there all night?"
His eyes closed, he responded,"Kitty, I give you riches...I give you treasure...I give you glamorous clothes...All I ask in return is occasional hench work...and SILENCE!."
She rolled her eyes. "Tell me something, Lex, why is it guys like you need a caped stud to make their day?"
He turned toward her from the window. "Why does a house have a roof?"
"Why don't you ask him out?" She started to giggle, but he cut her off.
"Because I have your intellectual prowess instead if his meaningless muscle." He said Mockingly.
"If I had my way.."
"If you had your way, instead of scheming so viscously to get us into the wealth of the criminal empire I'm about to establish, we'd both be in a poor house...spending quality time. as the rats tore at our flesh. Why don't you go occupy yourself with something...How about those porcelain collection tree elves you just had to have..while I bone up for the crime of the century."
Huffing and puffing, Kitty made her way out, fur coat and all. Luthor loosened his tie a little and face the window again.
"Women..."
The Incident with Freeze had not swayed him..Gotham was his oyster.
All it would take to turn this backwater den of inequity into a kingdom that would make the gods shed a tear was a man with the right goods. Not a politiction...
The vast office of Alexander Luthor lay enveloped in the full moonlight. On his desk, newspaper with the headline, The Riddler Nabbed By Caped Cursader....
...Not question spewing moron...
...Dark Knight Returns
...and certainly not a latex adorned maniac...
His hands crossed behind his back, the bald figure stood silently, his nose nearly touching the glass, observing the people below scurrying about like ants, trying to make time in their mediocre lives. They'd needed things to liven up. They were practically begging for it. A few more halfway house appearances and they'd get their wish.
Inevitably, his silence was broken with pained whines.
"LLLLLLLeeeeex."
His face contorted at the sound of her voice.
"Are you just going to stand there all night?"
His eyes closed, he responded,"Kitty, I give you riches...I give you treasure...I give you glamorous clothes...All I ask in return is occasional hench work...and SILENCE!."
She rolled her eyes. "Tell me something, Lex, why is it guys like you need a caped stud to make their day?"
He turned toward her from the window. "Why does a house have a roof?"
"Why don't you ask him out?" She started to giggle, but he cut her off.
"Because I have your intellectual prowess instead if his meaningless muscle." He said Mockingly.
"If I had my way.."
"If you had your way, instead of scheming so viscously to get us into the wealth of the criminal empire I'm about to establish, we'd both be in a poor house...spending quality time. as the rats tore at our flesh. Why don't you go occupy yourself with something...How about those porcelain collection tree elves you just had to have..while I bone up for the crime of the century."
Huffing and puffing, Kitty made her way out, fur coat and all. Luthor loosened his tie a little and face the window again.
"Women..."
The Incident with Freeze had not swayed him..Gotham was his oyster.