Lex Luthor frowned at the stack of paperwork in front of him. Bills, claims, and forms—mundane chaos that even his genius couldn’t simply bend to his will.

Around him, the Legion of Doom lounged as if this was someone else’s problem. Black Manta tapped his fingers impatiently, Grodd rolled his eyes, and Sinestro’s ring hummed with suppressed amusement.

“Insurance?” Grodd finally barked. “We’re villains. We destroy. We conquer. Why do we need insurance?”

Lex didn’t even look up. “Because even a genius billionaire needs coverage for… accidents,” he said dryly, pushing a pen across the table. “And yes, that includes your inevitable property damage and collateral chaos.”

For once, the greatest threat in the room wasn’t a hero—it was paperwork.