Bruce Wayne, the famously stupid billionaire, in Lex’s opinion at least, was throwing another gala. And, of course, Lex was invited.

He was rich, powerful, and he was one of Bruce’s business partners. Of course he was going. And it was a good way to keep up reputations. After his last attempt at taking down Superman went so…publicly poorly, it was a good way at keeping up looks.

Then again…Gotham was Gotham. And Gotham was bad.

Lex’s limo was stopped suddenly, probably by some crooks of supervillains…he wasn’t worried. Why would he be? He could hear the driver be pulled out of the car and threatened, then the foot to where he was sat opened.

“Well, what lowly crooks do I have the pleasure of being robbed by tonight?”

He sarcastically questioned, looking out if the now open door with the most relaxed expression.