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Lex Luthor Imagine *Checkmate*

After seeing Batman VS Superman, I have found myself falling in to a deep obsession with Jesse Eisenberg's portrayal of Lex Luthor Jr. I've always had a thing for the psychos, so it seems appropriate that he has inspired the latest imagine. I hope you all enjoy! :)

"Bruce?" You slid your coat off and tossed it on to a nearby chair, listening intently for any sign of him. "Hello?" The only greeting you received was the echo of your own voice, though you shouldn't have been surprised. Bruce had been spending a lot of time downstairs lately, and you had learned not to bother him while he was working. You had been dating Bruce Wayne for several months and learned his habits rather quickly, although you saw them slowly begin to change as the months passed. Bruce has slowly begun to sober up; His insomnia seemed to only be cured when you were in bed beside him, he had ditched his love affair with his liquor cabinet (well...mostly...) in favor of a much more real type of romance. Alfred seemed to take a liking to you because of this positive influence and you had won over his blessing in a heartbeat. Wayne Manor had become your home, and you were thankful for it. You walked in to the kitchen and headed straight to the refrigerator, closing the door with a bit of an unsatisfied huff as none of the contents caught your eye. Leaning against the cold counter top you surveyed the tidy living space, feeling the size of an ant in such an enormous home. Your eyes scanned the shelves and counter tops when a sleek black envelope caught your attention, its contrast against the smooth white marble catching your eye. Picking it up, your eyes widened at the insignia on the label. The large white and orange X looked up at you tauntingly, the clean lettering of LexCorp searing in to your mind. Why would Lex Luthor be sending mail all the way to Gotham? You bit your bottom lip as you slid your thumb nail underneath the seal, curiosity filling your body. What if the letter contained something important for Bruce's eyes only? The letter was addressed to him, after all. Still, interest gnawed away at you like Pandora gazing at her box...and that box came in the form of a letter from LexCorp. You looked around one last time before carefully opening the letter, making certain not to rip the envelope so you could close it back up later. Your eyes lit up as soon as you saw the elegant script on what seemed to be an invitation. You chuckled a bit at the notion of Bruce attending a party, knowing that he didn't care much for social gatherings, and especially not a party whose host was the rather eccentric CEO of LexCorp. Alexander Luthor cordially invites Bruce Wayne and his plus one to the LexCorp press gala on March- "(Y/N)?" Shit. You turned around quickly with wide eyes as you were now face to face with your boyfriend. You stashed the invitation in your back pocket quickly, hoping he hadn't noticed it before. "Bruce!" "What are you doing?" He took a step towards you, raising an eyebrow as his eyes flickered to the pile of mail behind you. You tried your best to look nonchalant, though the flustered blush on your face gave you away almost instantly. You shrugged, pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "I-I wasn't doing anything..." The corner of his lips pulled in to a small smirk as he folded his arms in disbelief, raising an eyebrow at your foolish behavior. "You're a terrible liar, (Y/N)." "I'm not lying!" "I can see the letter sticking out of your pocket, babe, I'm not an idiot." You turned bright red, eyes wide as you realized you had been caught red handed. Begrudgingly, you retrieved the invitation from your back pocket, seeing a triumphant grin cross his lips. "We were invited to a party." You said with a sheepish smile, holding out the letter for him to take. He hesitated before snatching it from your hands, letting out a groan as he read the first line. "(Y/N)-" "-It's from LexCorp, one of the biggest technology corporations in the world!" You said excitedly, pointing to the label. "Pretty exciting, isn't it?" Bruce raised an eyebrow at your enthusiasm, scoffing. "I'm not the party type, (Y/N)." "I think it would be a fun time. Besides, you've been working so hard...you deserve a night out." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he shook his head. Clearly, he wasn't convinced. "I don't know. I've always had a hard time trusting Lex Luthor, (Y/N), something about him seems a bit off to me..." You couldn't help the frown that tugged at your lips as you thought of some way to convince him, knowing how stubborn he could be. "Bruce-" "-I don't trust him, (Y/N). You're not going, and that's final." "I already RSVP'd." You lied, giving him an innocent smile. He closed his eyes tightly, pinching the bridge of his nose as he shoved the invitation back in to your hands. "Unbelievable..." You set the invite on the counter, taking his large hands in yours. "I just thought it would be fun," You said softly, "I didn't mean to upset you." Silence filled the space between the both of you as you looked down at your entwined fingers, until Bruce sighed. You had won the battle. "Fine, (Y/N), we'll go...but just for a little while." "Really?" Bruce gave you a defeated smile, gently kissing your forehead. "An hour. Tops." You grinned, feeling as if a weight was lifted from your shoulders. "It'll be worth it, I promise." Bruce chuckled, shaking his head. "We'll see," He glanced down at his watch, "I'm going out for lunch. Care to join me." "I'll be there in a second, I just need to grab my bag." As Bruce headed out towards the garage, impatience built up inside of you as you watched him exit the room. Once he was gone you couldn't grab your cell phone fast enough, fingers flying on the keypad as you punched in the number you knew by heart. You impatiently waited for the ringing to stop, and when your call was answered you could barely contain yourself. "Hello?" You couldn't help but smile at the sound of the all too familiar voice on the other line, dropping your voice to a cautious whisper. "Hey, it's me..."