The Death of Lex Luthor

Lex Luthor looked up at the skyscraper, a faint, ambiguous curve appearing at the corner of his mouth. It seemed as though he merely forced a stiff twitch before stepping inside. The Sky Eye Society headquarters was livelier than he had imagined. There was no reception desk or lobby filled with smiling, long-legged young women in business attire watching the crowds come and go, as ordinary people might expect.