#eliza luthor

Mr and Mrs luthor, Do you think you were good parents?

Lachlan glared at the reporter, “O' coorse ah was. Th' laddie didn’t git where he was by bein' a weaklin, noo did he? Isnae that richt, loue?” He glanced over to his wife. She was a comely red-head whose looks would have made her desired by the school boys in her youth if gin and an insufferable husband hadn’t prematurely aged her.

You know, most CEOs are fat. They have that beer gut going and their decadence shows.

But not Lionel Luthor (or Lex).

He’s slim as fuck and nicely muscled for a man of his age and position. This man saw his rivals and was like “No. Not doing that.” and made sure he was healthy. He was a man determined to live forever.

Then that liver disease was a rude awakening for him.

No wonder he did half the shit that he did to try and live. Most other people, even CEOs, would have accepted their fate and died peacefully.

Nope. Not Lionel.

He was determined to live forever and no pesky liver disease was going to get in his way.

Lex was the same way when he found out he had terminal cancer.

Its a Luthor thing to die dramatically.

Lachlan and Eliza? Burned to death in their home.

Lionel? Pushed out of a window.

Lex? Saving the world.

Mrs luthor, What was Lionels first word? if you remember.

Mrs Luthor, You mentioned you had a rough pregnancy with your son, Would you feel comfortable in telling us what sort of troubles you endured? Was he born too early or just sick?

Eliza reaches for her drink, which is surprising sparkling water, and takes a sip, "It was difficult in several ways. I use to work in the manufacturing factories on the river. The job was simple but the hours were dreadfully long and underpaid. Being Scottish didn't help either."

"Hmph," Lachlan hummed. "At least they didn't think we were Irish. Woulda never made it out of New York then."

"Anyway," Eliza continued, ignoring her husband. "The stress of work and long hours does not do well for a pregnant woman. I almost had a miscarriage four months in and then again almost a birth." She looks over at her son who is unusually quiet and impassive. "Lionel was almost stillborn that night, but the doctor on duty was able to save him."

"The lad was bluer in the face than the sky was on a clear day," his father described. "I will admit the relief I felt when the doctor got him to cry."

"I... didn't know how close I came to not existing," Lionel confessed.

"Tis one of the reasons why I was hard on yeh." Lachlan looked over at his son again. "You were born weak and you needed to be strengthened. Tempered like a fine sword."

"I still hate you."

"I know, but you're alive."

Mister Lachland, How did you meet your wife?

"You sure this is the route you want to take, boy?" Morgan warned with a growl to his strained vocals. He sounded different from the last time.

"You and my father murdered my grandparents," Lex firmly set the video recorder on the desk. 

"They don't deserve justice," the crime-lord countered.

"They didn't deserve to die either."

"That bastard did."

"What could he have possibly done to condone what you did?" Lex demanded to know. He tensed, waiting for the lie.

"Sexually assaulted your father."