Lex strides into the living room, scanning the area for his rapidly aged, test-tube experiments he calls his children.

He only spots one of his kids—you.

“Where is your brother?” Lex asks as he sets his phone down, now a little wary of his home being so…quiet.

You shrugs, “I dunno—I haven’t seen him in hours.”

“Hours,” Lex repeats, silently cursing himself for not checking up on Conner.

“That’s…fine. What are you up to?” He adds, choosing to focus on you, being you’re the only kid who semi listens to him.