Herleifr Luthor couldn't help but smile with pleasure when he woke up that particular morning. The previous night, he had met with the Justice League - a first for LexCorp, if you ignored all the times Lex had gone up against Superman and the rest of the League - and agreed on a security contact that would give LexCorp the permissions necessary to install its security systems all over the Metropolis area, with funding from the heroes paying all the bills. He finally had control of not only Metropolis' lawful, but also its lawless. He had already sent anonymous messages out to all of Metropolis' most notorious kingpins and dons, asking for a cut of all profit in return for the ability to go "under the radar" and continue their crime without being caught. A couple unlucky souls would still get caught, but to keep the fear of LexCorp fresh in their minds. To top it all off, he had even shaken hands with Superman, the former archenemy of LexCorp, who was deemed so dangerous by Lex that company policy demanded that no employee ever, under any circumstances, provide aid to him. It was a huge moment in the company history. If the public still didn't believe in his slogan ("Turning over a new Leif," in reference to his nickname) then he was going to eat his tie with a side of eggs for breakfast today.<br/><br/>That is why, when he saw the front page of the Daily Planet, he was disappointed to discover that his otherwise guaranteed front page shot of him and Superman shaking hands had been stolen, of all things, by the return of the Teen Titans to Jump City. Leif could feel his left eye twitch with annoyance - a tic of sorts, that always went off when he found himself in need of some more thought.<br/><br/>Fortunately, his meeting with the Justice League had still made the press, but every newspaper was focused on the juicier news - how the children of the original Teen Titans were banding together, moving to Titans Tower once again, and watching over Jump City in memory of their parents. How good will these new heroes be? Will they sit around and eat pizza like the old Titans? What do they look like in their underwear? Which one is the public's favorite?<br/><br/>It made Leif sick. All that work for the front page, the prime real-estate of the newspaper, and it had been snatched away. Fortunately, though, he had already made plans for the return of the Titans. For the year in which he had been president of LexCorp, Leif had been busy laying the foundations of a criminal empire of epic proportions. Up until now, it had remained dormant and silent, but now it would begin to rise, starting in Jump City. And who knows - maybe one lucky criminal would wipe out those accursed Titans.<br/><br/>And so that was how Leif found himself the company helicopter in the skies above Jump City, about an hour and a half later, on his way to greet the new Titans. He had already sent his greeting message to the Tower's main computer, as well as all of the former Titans - "Welcome back to Jump City, Titans! I hope you don't mind if I come to visit and offer you some things to help you settle in, courtesy of LexCorp!"<br/><br/>He had his excuses planned, of course. He was now a friend to the Justice League, so he would feel morally obliged to offer them his company's services as a housewarming gift. Maybe some improvements to the Tower's security - it had been a long time since the Titans were last active, after all - or maybe some renovations to make their rooms ever so slightly more homey. Or he could offer access to surveillance cameras around the city to aid the Titans in their protection.<br/><br/>It would also help his criminal underlings if he understood each Titan's weakness from firsthand experience, of course, but they didn't need to hear that part.<br/><br/>The helicopter slowly lowered down above Titans Tower, alighting on the top of the building. Leif hopped out and sniffed the air. California always smelled interesting at this time of year, especially the seaside. Like sea salt and fresh citrus. It didn't appear as though the Titans themselves had entered the tower yet, but instead were gathered outside, in the process of arriving. They no doubt had witnessed his arrival. But Leif was patient. It was a useful skill to have, both as a businessman and as a supervillain. He simply sat near the edge of the roof, watching the heroes converge at the base of the tower with an odd smirk painted on his face...