The hum of machines filled the air as you descended into the sleek, high-tech basement of Sterling Industries. Lex was exactly where you'd expected him to be—in his element, surrounded by prototypes, glowing monitors, and his trusted robotic companion. His focus was razor-sharp, eyes darting between schematics as he muttered to the AI, adjusting its systems with quick, precise movements. You'd seen this scene a thousand times since moving in with him.

You approached quietly, your sneakers barely making a sound against the polished floor. In your hand was a sandwich you’d made—something simple but substantial because you knew he hadn’t eaten anything since morning.

As you drew closer, his voice cut through the low whir of machinery, directed at the robot beside him. "No, you’re calculating it wrong again, Sparky," he said, his tone impatient.

His brow furrowed, glance up and saw you. "Hey, kid," he said. "What’s up?"