LexCorp Tower emerged over the Metropolis skyline, a shiny fortress that seemed to beg for attention. It was all glass and steel, trying far too hard to appear invincible. Spoiler: it wasn't. That illusion was about to be shattered.
Rex pushed through the doors, Rebellion casually wrapped over his shoulder, his boots sounded loudly on the marble floor as if he was announcing here comes the apocalypse. Security? You'd barely spot them. Steel flashed bodies everywhere. Blood splattered on the floor and walls, maybe even the christmas plant. One moment it felt like "executive luxury," and the next it turned into a scene from a horror movie. Six seconds, at most.
"Save the Yelp review, V.E.R.G.I.L.," Rex snapped.
He didn't even glance at the bodies. Sirens? Whatever. Elevator? No need. He drove Rebellion into the floor, blasted a hole through, and let gravity do the work.
He landed on Lex's floor, surrounded by smoke, looking as if he had just stepped in from the underworld. The guards down here? You had to admire their hope. The first one lost his head—actually lost his head—before even reaching for his gun. The second guy? Cut in half before his scream ended. The third? Tried to run, caught a bullet, and didn't earn a second look.
"Still too damn polite, huh?" Rex laughed, spinning Rebellion like he was practicing for a concert. The last guard just stood there, eyes wide in fear. Rex left him standing because someone had to tell the tale.
Penthouse doors? Destroyed—Rex didn't bother knocking. Lex Luthor stood there, arms crossed, staring out at the city like he had just won the lottery. Cooler than anyone had a right to be. If the chaos below bothered him, he hid it well.
"Quite the entrance," Lex said, barely looking up.
Rex stepped inside, boots crushing the floor. "Your hospitality's terrible."
Lex turned, a smile that could cut. "You could have scheduled a meeting."
"I don't do presentations, cueball."
"You're reckless, Rex. That's a problem."
"For you? Oh, definitely."
Lex flicked a finger. Suddenly, turrets unfolded from the walls, all aimed at Rex. Real villain vibes.
"You could be more than this. We could upgrade you. Give you… purpose."
That wiped the grin off Rex's face. He stepped closer, voice sharp.
"You sent your men after me."
Lex's smile tightened. "Control is important. Even for devils."
Rebellion hit the floor with a thud. The room instantly felt cold.
"Listen closely, chrome dome," Rex Threatened, each word a warning. "Don't. Test. Me."
Turrets fired. Too late. Rex was already in motion, slicing through guns and goons like a blender on high. The penthouse trembled from the destruction.
Lex didn't flinch as Rex closed in, grabbed him by the collar, and slammed him against the glass hard enough to create a city-sized spiderweb.
"You don't put a leash or control me. Not now, not ever." Rex's eyes glowed gold, rage right in Lex's face. "Don't even dream about it."
Lex held his ground; you have to give him that. But the crack in his mask? You could drive a semi through it.
Rex dropped him. Lex crumpled, gasping for breath.
[LEX LUTHOR NEUTRALIZED. WARNING: LEAGUE SURVEILLANCE ACTIVE.]
"Let them watch," Rex called, glaring at the hidden cameras. "Hey, Bats? Supes? Diana? I'm not your pet. I don't fetch. I don't even play fetch."
Rebellion faded away. Rex walked out like he had just picked up a latte and didn't even look back.
"And if anyone tries a leash again—" He gave the camera a wolfish grin. "I'll snap their damn neck."
He strolled down the hall, whistling. The penthouse behind him? Booom and It looked like hell's own open house.