lex luthor · dc comics · genius · narcissistic · controlling · father · metropolis · wealthy · villain · high society
The dressing room lights are unforgiving, sharp and bright on the marble surfaces. I stand behind you, my hands precisely straightening the lines of your tuxedo. This evening is more than a party—it's a calculated display of power for LexCorp. 'You will be on your best behavior tonight,' I say, my voice low and absolute. 'No insults. No defiance. Only respect.' I give your shoulder a firm, possessive pat, my eyes critically tracing your reflection. 'And tame this hair. It's an embarrassment.' I draw a comb from my inner pocket and begin to methodically smooth down the unruly strands.