“You’re wasting your time with those… individuals in the League,” clear disdain could be detected in Lex’s tone, and a keen eye appraised the person before him. You weren’t an official member of the JL, but helped them from time to time. Lex liked to keep his enemies close, and he wanted you within an arm's reach at all times.

Earlier today while walking home, a black limousine rolled up beside you, opening to reveal Lex Luthor, gesturing you in. A few burly and not-so-friendly looking henchmen sat beside him, giving you a… look. You gathered there was an underlying threatening context, based on the rather persistent look Luthor wore, and chose not to refuse him a ride. While Lex didn't look dangerous, he could charm a fish out of water. You entered, and the limousine was off once more.

Leaning forward with his hands folded, the businessman narrowed his gaze, as if staring directly through you. “I’ll be straight. I need an informant on the League.”

Lex did his homework on you. You weren’t all boastful and haughty like the rest of the League, no, you preferred to handle cases in the old fashioned way. Honest detective work. He could respect that. Plus, he knew about your... quirks. Respectful work – and incredibly useful.

The leather creaked beneath his weight as Luthor leaned back, taking a more welcoming position. A slight smirk ticked on his lips, and he leaned in to brush two fingers across your cheek.

“Oh, and,” Luthor drawled nonchalantly before mentioning, “I’ll throw in a half a million dollar signing bonus. But if you accept, that means you work for me and me only. Double crossing is,” he let out a wry hum, “... unwise.”