Psychotic (BVS Lex Luthor x Reader)

chapter fifteen

Lex got one of his many workers at LexCorp to take you home. You asked him if he wanted to stop by the diner sometime tomorrow, but he claimed that he would be too busy with work. "I promise that I'll see you soon, my dear, and when that soon comes, everything will be different." You didn't understand what that meant, and it kind of bothered you. You could see that he noticed this. As if to cover up what he just said, he kissed you passionately twice before the car drove off.

It worked. You kept thinking about all of the kisses as you walked into your apartment. You thought about them as you showered, washed your face, dressed, made lunch, and started to write your article. Your entire mind was a jumbled mess; and that entire jumbled mess was all Lex Luthor. He was the mess in your life, and you had never been happier to accept it.

Although it was strange to you that he couldn't just say what his plan was, you knew that Lex had no intentions on hurting you. He was just an unstable guy that wanted to prove something of himself. He needed you, and you were more than willing to be there for anything he needed.

| Lex's POV |

Of course, the thought of what the upcoming days held nearly brought him on the verge of a panic attack. If all went well, he would be watching Doomsday kill Superman from the top of LexCorp. If all went well, you would be standing by his side, gratefully holding his hand.

If all went wrong... you would leave him. You would leave him and he would be the same tortured soul that he was before you. The thought of it made his hands shake. He couldn't lose you, not now, not ever. He needed you.

And that's why he had to make the plan work out perfectly.

He needed to get to the Scout Ship and finish what had to be done. But if he started, he'd have to finish it now. He had it all ready. Zod's body, the Kryptonite, the assistants, Finch was dead and gone, out of his way, and his tracks were covered. Not even Superman himself could discover this plan. Yet, for some reason, he wasn't prepared. What if you didn't hate Superman enough? What if you really looked up to him as some wonderful, brilliant god, meant to save the entire world and everyone in it?

You weren't one of the people he saved. He left you behind, in danger, and there wasn't even a reason for it. You were human. The thought of you in danger made the same anger bubble up in his chest. Maybe he deserved to be beat by his father every night. Maybe he deserved the screaming, the drunken slurs as he was hit, the names, the cries...

But you... you didn't deserve any of it.

Lex braced himself against the wall of his office as flashes of his childhood made his head spin. The flashbacks came to him as if to remind him that if he didn't act now, he'd fail. They usually worked, but he'd gotten pretty good at controlling them. They'd come and torture him for a short time, but he'd hold on until they faded away.

But there was something different about them this time. The voice was different. It was his father standing above him, no doubt, but it wasn't Lex that was below him. A wave of cold washed over him. Instead of him screaming, it was you. Instead of the fists connecting with his face and stomach, it was you that was being hit. He could feel your pain, see the blood, hear the begging...

"No," Lex whispered through clenched teeth.

They continued. You screamed in his head, screamed for help, screamed for mercy, screamed for any bit of hope that would never come. You were hurting. You were being tortured by this man that had been dead and gone for so many years.

"Stop," Lex growled, grabbing at his head with his cold fingers. "You can't touch her. You're dead. You're dead, you can't touch her." He repeated it to himself over and over again. "You can't touch her." His own voice was drowned out by the sound of his father's. He screamed about how hard it was to deal with a child that was such a failure, a worthless piece of nothing. "N-No! Stop it!" He hit the side of his head. He had to get these images out of his mind.

It was one thing to torture himself with the memories, but to torture himself with flashes of things that never took place... that was enough to send him into a panic. He had to keep this from happening to you.

He dropped his hands and clenched them into fists as the pictures faded. A deep breath escaped his lips as he slowed his heartbeat down to a steady pace. His cellphone buzzed. He grabbed it and quickly turned the screen on. He almost sighed with relief when he saw your name on the screen.

I'm home now. Thanks for the ride. Call me if you need me.

If he had any chance of ending this false god's reign, he had to act quickly and stay low. If you found out what was really going on before he could explain, you'd leave him behind.

Lex has never needed anyone in his life, ever, but he needed you. You were like a new alcohol that he was addicted to. He needed you around to keep him sane. Your voice, your laugh, your hair, your sparkling eyes, your kindness, your humor... you were so normal. So average. You were the exact opposite of him. You filled the empty spaces in his life.

He had to keep those spaces filled.