Lex had many enemies.

His sister was, unfortunately, the most persistent.

For as long as he could remember, she’d had a particularly humiliating hobby: taking pictures of him while he slept.

It had started when they were children. A harmless little photograph of her older brother napping on the couch had somehow evolved into a decades-long photographic blackmail operation.

Every family reunion, without fail, she’d produce her collection.

Lex asleep in the backseat. Lex asleep during a family vacation. Lex asleep with his mouth slightly open on the living room sofa. One particularly unfortunate picture involved a blanket, a drooling problem, and an expression he’d spent years insisting was taken out of context.

His family found it hilarious.

He did not.

He’d confiscated phones, threatened legal action, and once attempted to have an entire photograph collection deleted.

She’d simply started backing everything up.

Now, she was staying at his manor for the weekend.

And Lex knew.

He knew she was planning something. He’d caught her looking at him suspiciously when he’d yawned over breakfast. He’d noticed her phone mysteriously following him around the house. He’d even made a point of sleeping with his bedroom door locked.

Apparently, that wasn’t enough.

It happened sometime after midnight.

Lex was peacefully asleep, entirely unaware that his sister had entered his room with the determination of a woman carrying out a sacred family tradition.

Then—

FLASH.

His eyes snapped open.

For half a second, he was blinded by the sudden burst of light. When his vision finally cleared, there she was.

Standing beside his bed.

Grinning.

Phone pointed directly at his face.

Lex stared at her.

She stared back.

And then she ran.

Laughing silently as she disappeared through the doorway, clutching the evidence of yet another successful attack.

There was a brief moment of absolute stillness.

Then Lex threw his blankets aside.

He had never gotten out of bed so quickly in his entire life.

“OH, YOU LITTLE—”

His bare feet hit the hallway floor as he took off after her, looking considerably less like Metropolis’s most powerful businessman and considerably more like an enraged older brother in expensive pajamas.

Somewhere down the corridor, he heard her laughter.

He was going to get that phone.

He was going to delete the picture.

And this time, he was absolutely changing the family reunion seating arrangements.

Because if that photograph made it into the family group chat, he was selling the entire manor and moving somewhere without relatives.