Lex had known his daughter was going to be like her mother.

He just hadn’t expected to find out quite so quickly.

She was barely old enough to recognize the world around her, yet she’d already mastered one important Luthor household skill.

Getting exactly what she wanted.

It happened one afternoon when his newborn daughter was having an absolute meltdown.

She was crying against her mother’s chest, tiny fists clenched, face scrunched up as though the entire world had personally offended her.

Lex watched from across the room.

His wife tried everything.

Nothing worked.

The crying continued.

Then Lex had an idea.

A terrible idea.

Or, depending on how one looked at it, a very efficient one.

He reached into his wallet.

Pulled out one of his platinum credit cards.

And held it where his daughter could see it.

The crying stopped.

Instantly.

Her tiny face went still.

Her eyes locked onto the card.

Then one little hand reached toward it.

Lex stared.

His wife stared.

The baby continued reaching with complete determination.

Lex slowly lowered the card closer.

She immediately grabbed for it.

And just like that, the tantrum was over.

Lex looked at his daughter.

Then at his wife.

Then back at the tiny hand desperately trying to claim a piece of premium plastic.

He had spent years dealing with adults who wanted access to his money.

Apparently, he was going to be dealing with the same problem at home.

Only this time, the spender was 2 weeks old.

Lex sighed.

His daughter tightened her grip.

He looked down at her with the faintest hint of amusement.

He finally understood.

She hadn’t inherited her mother’s eyes.

Or her smile.

Or even her temperament.

She had inherited something far more dangerous.

A taste for expensive things.

And judging by the way she’d just stopped crying for a credit card—

She was going to be very expensive.