Jesse Eisenberg.

“Life is a comedy written by a sadistic comedy writer.”

*To the Anon that requested it! Enjoy (: * Based off the song: Tag, You’re It by Melanie Martinez (x)

He revved the engine of his motorcycle with a grin. I revved mine as well. The parking lot was barren, the pebbles beneath us moved with the small rivers of rain water making their ways through the cracks in the cement of the parking lot.   “Mon Cherie, are you ready? I don’t know that you can handle the exponential amount of velocity this bike can process underneath these knuckles.” He held up his hand, wiggling his fingers before squeezing his hand. He firmly grasped the handles and kicked his foot stand in to place.

My Lex 

Jesse back in The Revisionist days 

Lex Luthor behind the Bars 

  * For the Anon who asked (: *

          The place was huge. As small of a word ‘huge’ is, it was anything but. You were astonished and couldn’t help but let your eyes wonder. The bar extended for quite a while compared to the night clubs here in Gotham. You continued to walk, rather stiffly in your dress, until reaching the main attraction. The room was filled with people. It made you nervous with anticipation of who you’d speak to first. Like any other time, when you became nervous, you noticed you were being more observant than usual, avoiding eye contact with those around you. You noted the walls were a nice colored cream, high slanted ceilings and the sparkling chandeliers. There was an indoor pond situated in the center that you thought, oddly enough, went well with the rest of the décor.            You walked over it to sit by the edge. Playing with the water was a great distraction. The water was chilled on your fingertips. It was clear, and as your eyes scanned the design painted on the bottom, you noticed a sparkling little something or other. You couldn’t make it out, really. But, your curiosity got the best of you. Quickly and quietly, you scanned the room to be sure no one was watching you. You didn’t lock eyes with anyone, which meant quite frankly, no one was watching nor did they care. You reached out to the small shiny object, then a little more, your hand reaching across and to the bottom. SPLASH