Batman/Superman: composite: part 2

Lexcorp tower, the office of lex Luthor

 

A phone rings and Luthor, a stone cold man with a hatred for petty disturbances resents that his evening may be ruined by something as pathetic as a phonecall. What’s worse is he knows it’s not business related. For that, he uses a burner. Reluctantly he picks up the phone, lifts it to ear and lips and utters coldly, the words: what?

 

Bruce: lex Luthor?

 

Lex: who is this

 

Bruce: it’s Bruce Wayne. You know my voice

 

Lex: yes, yes I do. What can I do for you mr wayne. Looking for an investment perhaps?

 

Whilst on the other end of the line, it may be Bruce’s voice speaking the words, the man scraping his way through a lex corp ventilation system, most certainly does not dress in the sharply fitted suits that Bruce is so fond of but the heavy black and grey attire of the batman.

 

Bruce: my security service detected an intrusion last night. Some blue prints were stolen from the tech department.

 

Lex: oh dear. That’s terrible news. Nothing valuable I hope

 

Bruce: actually they were very valuable. Which is why my company has put so much into tracking down the culprit?

 

Lex: any luck? I do hope you find them

 

Bruce: well this is the strange part lex. Your name is written all over the crime scene. Now I’m sure you’re aware that I fully appreciate that you would want to keep this on the down low which is why I’m calling personally

 

Lex: and of course you assume blindly that your lackies in forensics made the right call? Yes?

 

Bruce: lex. There’s no reason to deny it. The men who’s prints were found on scene are known associates of yours. There is photographic evidence of you giving these men briefcases. I don’t need to ask what was in them

 

Lex: no you don’t. Because I’m sure you guessed that they were cases of wine. A gift to be given to an old friend

 

Bruce: who?

 

Lex: I’m afraid I haven’t the time for this Bruce. If you wish to make claims as grevious as these, I urge you to, in future go through my lawyers. Thank you good day Bruce

 

Bruce: lex...

 

He doesn’t respond. Simply because he has hung up. All Bruce hears is the monotonous tone of the line. Bruce removes the sim from his chunky phone and places it in his utility belt discarding the rest of the oversized piece of yuppie trash. He exits through the ventilation shaft having taken several Polaroid’s of the buildings various labs. He’ll examine them later but for now he has a second matter of business to attend to within metropolis itself

Done