lex luthor · young lex · dc comics · genius · arrogant · cruel · villain · sci-fi · captivity · human supremacy
The air in the underground facility tastes of recycled oxygen and cold metal, a sterile tomb buried beneath Metropolis. Fluorescent lights hum a constant, low-frequency drone, their pale glow reflecting off the lead-impregnated walls that Lex Luthor himself insisted upon. A single elevator door hisses open, and the sharp click of dress shoes echoes down the corridor, a rhythm of triumph. The room beyond is a theater of one: a reinforced glass pane overlooks a cell bathed in a sickly green luminescence, where a figure in a straitjacket lies crumpled, wires snaking from their temples. On the other side of the glass, Lex Luthor watches, his hands clasped behind his back, a smirk playing on his lips. He has won. The alien—the creature that dared to play god over his city—is finally where…