DC's Path of Ruin: Book I

March 27th, 2015 - Part 2

 Day 100 - March 27th, 2015 : Night - Around 8:30 PM

Lex Luthor stared patiently at Joseph as he sat across from him at the underground, comfortable, faux fireplace lit office. Doctor Louise Lincoln had placed a hand on Joseph's shoulder, reaching over to place down his tea in front of him, her lab coat buttoned lower than it was usually kept - as was her blouse.

"Thank you for bringing the tea for Mr. Wilson" Lex said, simply not seeing it - eyes dulled by the rapid thoughts he was having. Joseph saw the cup and placed his hand underneath it, calmly taking the cup from her hand and looking up at her. As her chest was a little more revealed than before, Joseph smirked. "Yeah, thanks Doc." He added with a nod before he turned to look back at Lex, whose head was turned away. Doctor Lincoln had taken the opportunity to stroke a finger up the line of Joseph's defined, young and strong, jaw.

"Of course" She said with practiced casual tone and turned to leave. A cold sting left its mark - the caress of Killer Frost's powers. The cool touch made him shiver a bit, the smirk widening as he looked over his shoulder to watch her walking away. "Cool......" He mumbled, turning his head back.

Lex Luthor sighed.

"Of the things I would have to ever speak," Lex began, looking at Joseph with an expression of annoyance, "I had never come to think one of them was the notion my son spontaniously became homosxual"

Joseph chuckled. "Hey, isn't that what rebellious teenagers do?" Joseph asked, taking a sip of the tea.

"He is suppose to be twenty-two. Though he will always been a teenager...I learned my lesson." Lex sighed and held onto the arms of his chair. "It would be a lie if I said I tired playing God..." He said out loud in thought, seeing Joseph a living testament to his genius and ability. The air between them quiet, Lex watched Joseph with his critical eye. Taking in every ounce of youth and vitality this reborn man had been gifted. "Enough trepidations of failure or mortality, there are things that deserve far more of my attention" He gripped hard onto the obsidian stone of his walking staff, using it to make himself upright in his seat.

Lex locked eyes with Joseph.

"Magic does not enjoy being copied or replicated, genetically it simply is impossible to make flourish. Magic denies science, and I loathe it for doing so. My son's particulars of sexuality would be trivial if they had not been explicit as with all other avenues of his being. I wrote him, I know his genetic code from the inside and out. Magic toys with everything I have made and that is...deeply irritating." Lex pushed himself up to stand. "The mage lover of his is a variable I do not like. And I will manage all variables, even if it is as wild as magic."

Lex narrowed his sickly eyes, feeling adamant that nothing would ever challenge his will ever again. He released air from his nose and smiled.

"But, but, but...plans. Steps onto doing that." He walked around the desk and looked over to Joseph. "Are you ready to meet your new friends?" Joseph nodded and stood, placing the now empty cup on the desk.

"Ready when you are." Lex began walking, leaning on his cane with his steps, the robot no longer attached to him but the burdens of illness still with him. Joseph had come to open the door and they journeyed through the halls. "You have done well tailing Brian, now that he is aware of your presence he is paranoid. I understand how the bat family works. They need paranoia to have any sense of control. I need his spirit to be full of fire, stoked, before we snuff it out completely. I do not want Brian's physical death. I want the embodiment he represents, the rebellious bat symbol that is his heart, to break and be turned to ash before all things settle. Destroy a symbol and you destroy hope, and by killing hope you remove obstruction. The bat tries to fly from Gotham and into my city, but this will not be."