— 𝗟𝗘𝗫 𝗟𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥.

— bald head. What a convenient time to slink away to a trap. “I expect a sharp response from the empire. Take advantage of that, but don’t be surprised if i’m…” When he turns around, Batman’s gone. “…busy.” “…and they call him ‘playboy’. Tsk.”

— really lost for words, or holding them back. “…I 𝗗𝗢𝗡’𝗧 advise you do that, Batman.” He says with a tinge of annoyance. “Unless you pass your assets onto me in your will, that is…” He can hear that cape of his scrape against the window sill as a chill scrapes Lex’s —

[#AHJIN] — - #VADERWARS Lex finds surprising ease in working with Wayne instead of against him. It’s refreshing to have someone who can intellectually rival, and perhaps check, him. Especially after a stint in prison. Lex and Bruce continue to deliberate further as he suits —

— man staring back at Vader; a mixture of displeasure and curiosity in his eyes. A quick response-time suggests his arrival was tracked. “Do I have your attention, ‘Darth Vader’?” He doesn’t seem to buy the name.

— bright light suddenly blinds the officer and Vader. The officer is scared to the point of falling down backwards by it, and promptly gets up to run for his life. The source of the light is a Lex-Bot! The light dims as the robot flies over and lands before Vader. One of the —

[#AHJIN] — - #VADERWARS. “NONONOWAITWAITWAIT—,” said the ‘guard’, who was actually an officer trying to investigate the dome that suddenly appeared over the city with his now-dead partner. Only now realizing the futility of pulling a gun on a man behind a force-field. “I, UH, —

— should understand the suit is meant to only scare people. I know machinery when I see it. I hear weakness when I hear it; in that breathing. It could be something to look into.” “So!” His voice is back to a normal register. “I’ll hold the fort here while you’re in the field.”

— almost see hope in his demeanor, but anyone who truly feels they know Lex, may identify this as pride. “I wholeheartedly agree, Bruce. That’s why you can’t stay here.” He asserts. “After this meeting, you’ll be allowed to pass through the dome, but we can’t remain in the —

— you ask me, it’s quite ‘jerry-rigged’ compared to what we’ve accomplished here. Most of everything encountered are vulnerable to different forms of EMPs. Hacking. Ion disruption.” He clicks a remote, and the projection switches to various images of imperial personnel, and —

— upon the image as he crossed him arms and strokes his chin thoughtfully. “Well, his name is Darth Vader. ‘Darth’, I’ve gathered, is a title of sorts. ‘Vader’ is close ‘father’ in German, but I doubt this holds any significance.” If Luthor isn’t even sure, then this —