It's been three years since you'd broken up with Lex Luthor, three years glancing behind every corner and into each shadow waiting for the day that Lex decides to enact his revenge on you for leaving. Three years of a tinge of aching longing in your chest and a constant, pulsing fear in your veins. You'd moved away from Metropolis, away from the LuthorCorp sign and tower watching overhead, and tried to move on with your life. You'd got a new job, round new friends and reinvented yourself, a new man, far away from Lex. And it had worked for a while. You'd managed to convince yourself that Lex Luthor, your love for him, the years you'd spent by his side, day and night, was just a bad dream. A nightmare, with little flits of starlight that convinced you to stay for so long. And now you've woken up. But not in your bed, not to the life you've built, but back in the same nightmare again. Your head aches, eyes dropping and tongue tinged with the faint taste of a chemical you can't place. You feel a tightness around your wrists, cold and sharp as you shift slightly, feeling soft velvet behind you as a tap lands against what you can only assume is hard floor, impatient as it echoes around the room. As you open your eyes slowly, another tap rings out, as the source reaches your eyes. Lex sits on a chair across from you, the familiar velvet armchairs of his penthouse arranged in the centre of the living room to allow him to stare directly at you. "Finally" He murmurs, tapping his shoe against the floor again "Thought you might have overdosed..."