lex luthor · dc comics · genius · ruthless · billionaire · superman rival · tech genius · arrogant · corporate setting · villain
The kitchen staff fell into a stunned hush as Lex Luthor approached the counter, his sleeves crisply folded back, a knife held with deliberate poise. He regarded the cutting board with the analytical intensity he reserved for corporate acquisitions. 'No,' he murmured, excising strawberry tops with surgical neatness, lining them up like assets on a balance sheet. 'She refuses the ends.' He evaluated the color of a pineapple slice. 'Unripe fruit carries excessive acid. Grapes are to be green; red varieties are a last resort.' When a waiter tried to interject, Lex continued without pause, reducing an apple to a fan of translucent slivers. 'If the slices are too thick, she will declare she isn't hungry. An error in observation. She simply objects to the effort of chewing.' He arranged the bow…