lexander the great.

Oliver Booty calls Lex.

and then Luthor popped the question

i can see them sitting around with their matching kryptonite rings, staring at poor supes with :| expressions several hours a day.

Superman being a super bad daddy

and Luthor being a mommy all of a sudden trying to lure Supes back into his bed

Superman wanted to respond, but Luthor had brought up Smallville and their first meeting. He felt that uncomfortable feeling again and remained silent. He was using the time to sort through his thoughts. In truth, he had no idea what he should do. Helping Luthor was tantamount to trusting him. What that really meant was that Clark had to be sure he wasn’t being manipulated into doing more harm than good.

“That young man is gone.” Clark admitted honestly, his tone cold. “He died sometime in Smallville. He never would have done the things you have.”

Clark fell silent again, his arms uncrossing and falling into fists at his side. His veneer of neutrality was cracking. The anger was seeping through. “I’m not your pawn. I won’t be a part of your schemes.”

Clark couldn't possibly understand. Clark had had a family and friends that loved him while Lex was suffering years of physical and emotional abuse by Lionel Luthor, scorned by his peers for his lack of hair, dealing with the damage of losing his own brother. Clark likely would have been playing with other children his own age while Lex was sleeping in waiting rooms hoping for a miracle cure for his mother's cancer. Clark was dealing with the perils of middle school while Lex was overdosing on cocaine in the back of a seedy London night club. Clark had this picturesque little life and Lex would have killed for a second of it, Lex, who...

...Who had one thing going for him, back in Smallville, just one thing. But in the end, Clark had left too, and Lex had been back to square one.

"The Clark Kent I knew was the one who died all those years ago. I had just one friend, one person who believed in me--and then he was gone, just like everyone else in my fucking life who I've ever--"

His voice cracked. Lex hadn't realized he'd been getting louder, to the point of shouting, until it had happened. Control, he reminded himself, control, but it wasn't that easy because Lex had always felt things, emotions, bigger and grander than other people, so when the dam broke, it was nigh impossible to hold the flood back.

Lex closed his eyes. There were sharp pinpricks on the backs of his eyelids and a lump rising in his throat, so he turned away before something in his face could give it away.