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maybe i'll make this longer. maybe i need a drink

‘The Little Assassin’

Lex is never going to die.

He’s going to live forever and this moment is proving that in spades. Lex is immortal or invincible or the walking dead and if this information doesn’t kill him then nothing will. If knowing what he knows now doesn’t cause him to keel over and do something stupid. Something crass and emotional, then he’s not going to die because he’s already dead.

Lex always knew that Clark would kill him one day.

Lex always knew that Clark leaving him would kill him one day.

The person picking up the phone on his desk is just a hollow shell.

“Yes, Mister President?”

“I want two dozen yellow roses delivered to Metropolis General, immediately.”

“Absolutely, sir. Who shall I address them too?”

“Mrs. Lois Lane.”

“Of course, sir, and what shall they say?”

“Congratulations.”

Congratulations on winning. Congratulations on killing the President.

Congratulations to giving birth and definitively smothering whatever hope Lex ever harbored that Clark might come back to him.

Quite a feat for one day, but only fitting for the Planet's professional fatawa squad. The more Lex squints the easier it is for him to see the card now.

‘Congratulations on the birth of your little assassin.’