The Luthor Problem [Part II] (Patreon)

This is a sequel to The Superman Problem, posted previously for all Scott tier patrons and above.  This was a story commission for one of the top tier patrons - hope you all enjoy!

Bruce didn't like to show such emotions as fear and worry that often but the truth was that he felt more than a small pang of each when Clark's emergency button was pushed. Somebody like Clark would never push the button unless it was an absolute emergency  - he was stubborn enough to think he could take on the whole world's threats solo but then again didn't Bruce? They had a lot more in common than people often thought.

Within minutes Bruce had contacted the only other Justice League member within twenty minutes travel of Metropolis, Oliver Queen, and took off at top speed. The bond between Bruce and Clark ran deep and strong enough for the Dark Knight to perfectly visualize the torture Clark must be enjoying to call so desperately for help. Whoever it was inflicting such pain on Clark was going to feel the rage of one Bruce Wayne and he was almost certain he could immediately identify the culprit.

"Head straight for Luthor Industries," Bruce told Oliver through their Justice League-exclusive comm links. While his own dealings with Lex Luthor were a little more limited than Superman’s were, he knew that his rival businessman would stop at nothing to take the Man of Steel down a notch or two so he was most likely to blame. Luthor had the mind of a genius at his disposal and he seemed content to use it for chaos, as so many before him had. Thankfully there were people like Bruce and Oliver to make sure their attempts at stirring chaos remained as minimally threatening as possible. If Luthor’s latest plan could put Clark in such deep distress though…

No, don’t think like that. Clark will be fine. It took a lot to take a guy like Superman down and even then you could never really count him out. Whatever it was, Bruce was sure they’d find him okay soon enough. In the present moment though, the uncertainty was enough to fuel him with the fire of revenge and Lex Luthor certainly had some trouble heading his way.

Landing on the balcony of Luthor’s apartment, Bruce made his entrance with a swift kick to the glass doors, pushing them inwards while shattering all at once. The chaos of their destruction was enough to bring Luthor running and the wide-eyed terror in his eyes felt like reward enough for Bruce, even if it was replaced moments later by forced coolness.

“Batman! What a surprise, I thought you could only come out at night,” the bald businessman drawled, an ugly smirk decorating his face. There was still something handsome and yes, even charming, about Luthor but knowing the type of man that he was tainted any goodwill Bruce might have felt towards him because of it.

“Cut the jokes, Luthor,” Bruce growled, the voice modulator in his suit deepening the pitch, “Where is Superman?”

A knowing look flashed behind Luthor’s eyes and the corners of his lips split into a wider smirk. He’s enjoying this, Bruce realized with disgust. Why did villains get off on their reprehensible actions? He wasn’t sure he’d ever understand. “Who says I know where Superman is?” the man retorted, his voice as slippery as his words.

“Don’t play games with me, Luthor,” Bruce fired back, bristling with anger. Very soon the other man would learn what a dangerous game he was playing because Bruce was not an overly forgiving man, especially when his friends were in the firing line.

“Do you think I’m the type to play games?” Luthor retorted, clearly enjoying it. He slowly paced across the room until he reached his desk and sat himself behind it, totally calm as if he didn’t have Gotham’s Dark Knight in the room with him. 

“I know exactly what kind of man you are.” Luthor could play innocent all he liked but Bruce knew enough about him to know that the devil hid behind that smile. He would not be able to outsmart or charm his way past Bruce, that was for sure. He had dealt with sociopaths and psychopaths a number of times before and each and every time they’d ended up back behind bars in Arkham Asylum. Perhaps that would be a good place for dear old Lex to end up once he had confessed what he’d done to Clark.

The history between Superman and Lex Luthor was well documented to the Justice League at the very least. The population of Metropolis were far more forgiving - perhaps foolish was a more appropriate term - and as a result the maniacal businessman had been allowed to get away with far more than his fair share of villainy, each time returning as a greater threat to both Superman and the world as a whole. Sometimes the idiocy of the general public really did frustrate Bruce.

“Hey Batman, you think our buddy Lex was hiding this?” Green Arrow’s voice suddenly declared, visibly startling Luthor. Bruce was happy that his cowl managed to hide his own surprise as he’d been so caught up in his verbal war with Luthor that he’d almost forgotten that backup was on its way. Appearing startled would most certainly ruin the mystique he had acquired as the legendary Dark Knight of Gotham. It was bad enough that he was letting himself be seen in broad daylight!

Seconds later and the Emerald Archer strode out from the office behind Lex with a number of pink and blue glowing lines across the side. Bruce had seen a lot of strange mystic and alien-powered weapons in his time but this was definitely something new. “I gotta say, it’s a pretty sweet toy!”

“It’s not a toy,” Lex seethed, the agitation written across his face in beautiful imagery. “Get your filthy paws off that, Legolas.” The archer-themed insult only brought a chuckle out of the blond-haired man. Nothing he hasn’t heard from the Justice League itself, Bruce noted with a hint of amusement. Teasing Oliver was one of their favorite pastimes after all.

Slowly Oliver circled the room until he was stood next to Bruce, keeping the weapon pointed straight at Luthor who had risen from his seat with a face like thunder. “I think we’re upsetting him, Bats,” the archer mock-whispered, his lips split into a wide grin. Bruce had to hold himself back from smirking because seeing Luthor slipping into a petulant rage was certainly amusing. Unfortunately it wasn’t helping them get any closer to answers about what had happened to Clark so they needed to pull things back on task. The longer they waited, the further risk Clark was in. 

“What does it do?” Bruce demanded, already knowing that getting an answer wouldn’t be so simply. Things never were in their line of work, unfortunately.

“I thought you were supposed to be the World’s Greatest Detective?” Luthor seethed, narrowing his eyes and clenching his fists. “Why don’t you figure it out?” Despite his apparent frustrations, he surprisingly wasn’t stupid enough to charge them or even attempt to flee. They had him trapped on the spot and that was precisely where Bruce wanted him.

“Considering I’m holding a big ass gun, you might not want to play games with us,” Oliver pointed out with a tone of glee in his voice. “You know, I’d be happy to use this on you. We might at least get some answers that way. What do you think, Bats?”

Bruce didn’t reply immediately. Instead he stayed attentive, watching the slightest tics of Lex’s reaction. He tensed up, the threat of having the weapon used on him clearly terrifying him. Bruce made a mental note of it before smirking. “I wouldn’t normally recommend it… but exceptional circumstances call for exceptional measures,” he agreed, enjoying the flicker of fear flashing across Luthor’s face.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Lex hissed, “It’s not your style.” Clearly Luthor was overlooking that Batman was notorious for backing up his friends, no matter how often he declared his intention to be a loner. If Luthor really had done something awful to Superman then that needed avenging - within reason, of course. The gun likely wouldn’t kill Luthor but it certainly did something to get him scared.

“I don’t know, I’ve got a pretty wild style,” Oliver joked, his finger dancing around the trigger. “I’m betting this isn’t going to vaporize you but it’ll definitely do something.”

Once again vulnerability flashed across Luthor’s face, although he quickly wiped it away with an ugly sneer moments later. “Did you use this on Superman?” Bruce demanded.

“Perhaps.” What a frustratingly noncommittal answer. It was enough to make Bruce’s blood boil with irritation, although he thankfully managed to conceal those heightened feelings from his face. Before he could even contemplate forcing a proper answer out of Luthor, a sudden burst of bright pink light flashed to his left and collided straight with the center of Lex’s chest.

“My bad,” Oliver groaned, quickly dropping Luthor’s mystery weapon to the floor. Bruce had to hold his groan in because of course his teammate had accidentally caused the weapon to blast the guy they were supposed to be interrogating full force. It wasn’t as if Bruce had seriously considered testing it out on him!

Lex dropped to his knees, groaning in agony and Bruce immediately started forward. Frustration flared up in his mind as he fought back his immediate urge to snap at Oliver for his foolishness. They were risking the chance of never getting answers out of Lex about what had happened to Clark so for Oliver’s sake he needed to hope that the businessman would at least be able to think and speak clearly once the effects were through.

“So, we’re just gonna ignore that mistake, right?” Oliver muttered, chuckling nervously as he watched Lex writhing on the ground. It took Bruce several moments to realize that Lex’s face wasn’t twisted with pain but rather with pleasure, raising a whole new batch of questions. Just what had that blast done to make him enjoy something? It didn’t seem to make any sense.

The answers were not nearly as traditional as Bruce thought they might be, although perhaps that was a mistake of his given the line of work they followed. While Lex thrashed around, parts of his body appeared to contort in certain places and swell in others in a manner that shouldn’t have been physically possible. His broad shoulders slimmed out while his ass ballooned into a bubble butt that only came with a serious amount of daily squats.

The lines on Lex’s face smoothed out, granting in the appearance of a younger man, but even that was nothing compared to the surprise of seeing sandy blond hair growing from the bald man’s head. Bruce and Oliver watched in stunned surprise as the maniacal businessman transformed before their very eyes, taking on the slender body type of a twink and losing the ugly snarl that had become a trademark of the Luthor family in favor of pouting lips that were all but begging to accept a man’s hard shaft between them.

“Holy shit,” Oliver gasped, completely rooted to the spot. He’d seen and experienced a lot of weird things in his time as Star City’s resident superhero but this was definitely one of the most bizarre. “Do you think this is what he did to Clark?”

Bruce couldn’t even bring himself to scold his companion for using Superman’s alter ego name in front of a known villain. Hell, he wasn’t sure Lex was actually capable of comprehending anything they were saying considering he appeared to be going through the most fantastic orgasm in his life. Bruce almost felt like he was intruding on a private moment and yet he couldn’t bring himself to look away because he was morbidly fascinated by the finish of the man’s transformation. 

To any outside stranger, Lex Luthor was your average twink that you might see working as a go-go dancer in a gay bar or bending over for the cameras on a filthy porn site. The remnants of the ruthless villain that he had once been were barely visible in his facial features and Bruce could imagine that nobody would believe him if he identified the twink as Lex.

“Luthor?” he grumbled, taking a tentative step forward. He had no idea what state the other would be in and he didn’t want to put himself in unnecessary risk. Still, he had to make sure that there wasn’t anything seriously wrong with him. “Luthor, can you hear me?”

“B- Batman?” the other moaned, his voice oozing in sexual nature. It sent a shiver down Bruce’s spine and provoked a laugh from Oliver that was quickly stifled. Good, he can still hear me. Now to see if he has the answers I need…

“Is this what you did to Superman?” 

Another moan escaped Lex’s plump lips and Bruce was rather ashamed to admit to himself that it was arousing. Suddenly his suit started to feel a little tight around the crotch area - not that he’d ever admit it, especially with Oliver present. “I used the other setting on him,” Lex confessed, running his hands through his short blond hair and giggling, “Turned him into a real hunk. A daddy.”

The word sent another shiver down Bruce’s spine. He could only imagine what kind of state Clark had ended up in after being hit with the weapon, especially now that he’d had some of the truth out of Lex. The next mission was finding him and rectifying the changes he’d undergone - as well as Lex’s, he supposed.

Before he could seriously consider what to do in the immediate situation, Bruce was startled by Lex lunging up at him. It wasn’t an attack though, as Lex pressed his lips to the supported fabric of his suit, kissing at his crotch and moaning like a bitch in heat. The gesture sent a ripple of pleasure throughout Bruce and his cock grew uncomfortably hard within its restraints. As both Bruce Wayne and Batman he had a number of desirers who willingly threw themselves at him but he wasn’t sure any of them had been quite as out of control as Lex, nor as dangerously tempting. All work and no play made Bruce a highly corruptible boy, after all.

The fading sound of laughter indicated that Oliver had officially lost his internal fight to remain composed and had wandered off, leaving Bruce with the villain-turned-adoring-fan. Lex hardly seemed to take notice of the fact he was still armed and dangerous, he was consumed by his lust and thinking nothing other than what he could do to worship the hero before him. This is wrong, Bruce told himself as he gripped Lex’s blond hair with every intention of pushing him away and surging ahead to find some sort of reversal.

Now that Oliver had vanished off with the weapon though, perhaps Bruce could be allowed a small break to enjoy himself. It had been a long time since Selina’s last visit after all and it wasn’t like Clark was clearly in any immediate danger…

To hell with it. Might as well get some use out of Luthor while he’s feeling agreeable!