<div class="floatleft">(https://media2.s-nbcnews.com/j/streams/2014/May/140530/2D274905980561-140530-ent-heisenberg-tease.fit-760w.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lex Luthor<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 May 2019 - Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>CADMUS Cloning Facility (Project Kr)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured above<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Cali<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>One couldn’t blame Lex for having some ruh of emotions as he came out with Cali and watched her bound toward the balcony. She was his creation after all, built by him and as perfect as one can be. Watching her move to the balcony, he could have named a thousand different systems within her (both biological and mechanical) that were working perfectly if she was a work of art she would be a Van Goh his favorite. If she wasn’t created to fulfill a specific purpose he’d have already taken her out on tour and she would have won him his second Noble Peace Prize.<br/><br/><em>If only if only. </em><br/><br/>He blinked surprised that the nursery rhyme came into his head. A brief flash of a memory bubbled to the surface. The memory of his mother singing it to his adopted sister Lena Luthor as Lex listened. His mother must have sung it to him to, back when he was a baby but his memory of that time was spotty at best.<br/><br/>At worse….<br/><br/>His fathers Lionel Luthor’s violence was well known, well documented, and wholly public. A violence that saw Lex’ mother dead, his sister scarred emotionally, and ultimately his dad in jail. Lex was the one who made it happen, not so much for him but for his mother and his sister. This, this was the first time Lex Luthor got to be a hero…<br/><br/>And learned how addicting it was.<br/><br/>He shook himself out of his thoughts. Whatever he felt toward Calie… it made him think about his family, and thus was dangerous. For Luthor had no family, and he preferred to keep it that way. With a sister on the side of the “Angels” a mother buried, and a father in jail he had no need for them. Calie was NOT his daughter, not his niece and the only reason she affected him was because he allowed her to.<br/><br/>That needed to stop.<br/><br/>“Ah yes the picture.” He said moving to get in place for the selfie shot. There was a click and she’d cemented the moment in time. Luthor wasn’t sure how he felt about that, so instead of focusing on it he turned to the matter at hand.<br/><br/>“It was my pleasure child.” He said in a stiff tone. “I brought you out here though for another reason.”<br/><br/>He always flew by around this time. Probably commuting of some kind to whatever he did when he wasn’t saving the world. Sure enough there was a tell tale sonic boom above their head and then a red and blue streak went hurtling by. It rocketed toward the heartland, the farm belt of Kansas.<br/><br/>How many people saw Superman like this and felt a measure of relief? How many people stepped outside to see him fly by? Like some modern god gracing his city with his presence. Luthor’s mouth curled into a sneer but he fought back the urge to shout.<br/><br/>“That is Superman.” He said softly. “That is the creature you’ve been training to fight, training to kill if it comes to it. I implore you to come out every day and watch him go by. For you must get used to seeing him, know your enemy know their weaknesses. Start tomorrow you’ll begin studying Superman. All that we have on him and his abilities.”