Lex Luthor never gambled with loyalty—or with the law.

One of the Legion’s members had been careless, leaving a trail that could land them behind bars. Panic rippled through the lair, but Lex remained poised, the calm epicenter in a storm of chaos.

“I’ve already prepared for every eventuality,” he said, voice smooth and calculating. “Our friend doesn’t go to prison. Not today. Not ever.”

Black Manta’s fingers drummed against the table. Gorilla Grodd’s gaze flickered with skepticism. Sinestro’s yellow ring pulsed faintly with impatience. But Lex simply picked up the phone, summoning Gotham’s sharpest legal minds—the ones who could twist statutes and loopholes like clay in his hands.

In the Legion of Doom, fear ruled most hearts—but not Lex’s. He played the law as expertly as any battlefield, and tonight, justice would bend to his will.