Somewhere deep in the heavens, across the galaxy... Lex Luthor paces his office and stops, turning to peer out the spacious glass panels. Metropolis. His city. His finest creation. A vast socioeconomic powerhouse and a monument of American success, and it was all built with help from Lexcorp and it's owner's genius. Everything, even the criminal element, exists because of the work Luthor has put into his city.
But he doesn't feel accomplished. His eyes narrow. He was meant for yet greater things. Lex is certain of it. Something is missing. Some-*one* is missing. Then, he realizes. He wants a nemesis. An equal. Someone to face down on equal footing and triumph over. With a sigh, he turns from the view of his city and returns to his desk. "There is no such person in the world..." He muses.
Somewhere deep in the heavens, across the galaxy... Lex Luthor paces his office and stops, turning t
