Superwoman: Multiverse Of Madness

Part 5 - Lords, II

The White House.

Lex Luthor, the maniacal entity himself. Sat in his seat calm and collected in the oval office. He stirred his coffee as he heard quakes, rumbles, and screams--muffled through the walls in the white house as he kept himself calm.

"Just another day. I thank you for having me prepared since childhood, father." Luthor said, in memory of the older Luthor. His father Lionel. Whom got him used to traumatic environments such as this.

The door to the oval office cracked open, and smoke blew amidst into the room.
Emerged from the mist was Superman, his eyes ablaze with red as he hovered over to Luthor.

Lex smiled. "Ah, yes. God himself? Or just a guy trying to do the right thing? The latter. one, you repeatedly rub in peoples' faces as you see fit. All in for yourself, am I not wrong?" He said.

"You bastard." Superman said. "All of this was never about me. But why? Why Flash?!" He asked him, aggravated. Grabbed Luthor by the collar of his shirt and lifted him off from his seat.

"After all this time, Superman. You really need reasons from me?" He said. "We all have our goals in life to succeed and have a good future. With good living, and all. In my case. The Flash was---a part of the equation that I needed to negate."

"I should kill you right now." Superman said. "But . . . " Then he let go. Luthor plopped on his seat, he grunted.

Superman floated away as he had his back turned to Luthor. With his head down, filled with sorrow.

"But--what, Clark?" Luthor said.

Damn. Now he knew about his identity. Things would get much worse with that, Superman's life would learn much more into danger.

"What happens? You ruin your precious reputation as a hero?" Luthor said, and began to toy with him. "You know, that ego of yours is also the reason all your loved ones are always in danger."

Superman stopped there in his tracks.

"The hero in you, Superman." Lex said.

"What more do you even want from the world?" Superman said.

"It's quite simple. Paradise." Luthor said.
  "It could've been perfect. All of it. But you and your feeble spandex-donning super friends just don't get it."

"Now thanks to you, the world is on the brink of a war that could destroy the entire planet." Superman said. "This is all my fault." He peered down, sadly.

"I let it all come down to this because of the law, and the will of the people. With you sitting in this house, and on that goddamn chair." He said.

"And now, the people are going to burn for it. You see? Burn, burn, burn." Luthor crunched his word. "BUURRNN!!" He shouted.
"Knowing you enough. You'll accept all of this going forward anyway, won't you? Tell me something I already know."
  "Like: we all make mistakes, or . . . 'It's over, Luthor'." Luthor said.

"No. But what I have accepted today is that you are nothing but a mad dog." Superman turned his back, and faced Luthor once more. Eyes in contact with eachother very ferociously.

"Ooh, a threat. Well, this old dog still has a few teeth!" Luthor pulled out a drawer, in it was a button integrated into kickstarting a potential nuclear war. He hovered his thumb over the button, as he teased Superman.

"What? Not a fan of me pressing buttons?" Luthor said.

Superman kept his stare cold. "There are about six different ways I could stop you right now." He said.