Superb //Lex Luthor//

Part Two

My apartment feels cold, almost icy. I lock the door behind me then drop my red folder carelessly. I slide my hands along the dark red walls as I head towards my room. I enter the dimly lit room and slide off my binding, black dress. Next, I throw on a deep blue t-shirt crossed with small, black stripes. I blush remembering my encounter with my newest employer, Lex Luthor. 

"Baby, where are you?" I call out for my cat. As I walk out of my room a ginger and white blur dart past me towards the living room. I follow it and  sit next to the little fluff  on the couch and pick it up. "Guess what, Baby. I am superb." I say partly talking to myself and partly taking to Baby. I flick on the television and head towards the kitchen. I open the freezer and grab a pint of my favourite ice. 

"Is Superman an anti-hero?" a deep voiced man on the news questions. I grab my tub of mint chip ice cream and proceed to the couch. Not much later, my eyes start to droop and I quickly fall asleep. 

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"Ugh," I moan as I roll off the couch. My cat meows loudly. "Shut up, Baby!" I yell, she continues to meow as I head off towards the bathroom.  The water steams up the mirror as I peel off my clothing. The water is warm against my skin as I start my shower routine. I shampoo my dark brown hair, rinse it, brush my teeth, condition my hair, wash my face and body, then do a final rinse. Quickly I dry myself off and wrap myself up in a towel. 

Hmm, what shall I wear?  

I decide on a pair of jeans and plain gray t-shirt. Anyways, its all I really own. Looking in the mirror I straighten myself up and choose to add a little makeup. I grab my makeup bag, add a little coverage, brush on a light blush, put on a light lip tint, then curl my eyelashes. 

Alright, I think that looks good. Time to go. 

"Take care of your self, Baby!" I call to her as I grab my tan messenger bag, I was never a fan of purses, and close the door behind me. The building smells of rust. I trot down the stairs until I reach the exit. The outside doesn't look or smell any better. I hail a cab and put my hands on my hips waiting for it to pull up. 

"Where t-" the cab driver says dully. The car smells of cigarette smoke and old cheese.  

"Take me to LexCorp." I interrupt him. He starts to drive through Metropolis while I play with the ring on my pointer finger. We come to a halt, I pay him my fare and step out of the cab. The cold air chills my lungs as I stand looking at the amazing building of LexCorp, the newest place of my employment.