Welcome to the 2022 April A to Z Challenge! Each day (minus Sundays) in the month of April will feature a short work of fiction based on a random word beginning with the corresponding letter of the day. Those random words will be provided by various friends and family members throughout the month. Today’s word, xenophobe, was provided by my friend, Jessica. Each story is loosely connected to the one before but will make more sense if you read them all in order. To go back to the beginning to see where this madness began, click here…
Superman floated high above Metropolis, arms crossed, his cape blowing in the wind. He came to a soft landing on the balcony of LexCorp Tower’s penthouse suite and waited for Lex Luthor to turn and acknowledge his presence. Finally, the bald billionaire turned to look out the window.
“Mr. Luthor,” said the Man of Steel, “would you care to step outside?”
Inside the penthouse, Lex smirked and informed his guest that he would return shortly before stepping outside. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” he asked, making polite chit chat despite speaking with the individual he hated most in this world.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” Superman agreed. “But we both know I’m not here to talk about the weather.”
Lex took a seat on the outdoor sofa and gestured for Superman to do the same. Superman stood still. “No, I don’t suppose you are here to discuss the weather. And if that’s not the case, I’m at a complete loss.”
“Word is you’ve been palling around with G. Gordon Godfrey.”
Luthor smiled, “No point in denying it. Even if these walls weren’t transparent, you can clearly see him sitting inside watching television.”
“Why?” asked Superman.
“Why not?” Luthor responded. “Come now, you can’t expect me to lay all my cards out on the table. But if it puts your mind at ease, I’m considering another run for political office. Godfrey happens to know a little something about the political realm, which you’re aware of, I’m sure.”
“Running for office…” Superman muttered, “I would have thought, with your impeachment a few years back…”
“For which I was completely exonerated,” interrupted Luthor.
“Right,” said Superman, raising an eyebrow. “Anyway, I just thought it interesting that you, a xenophobe at heart, would find yourself in close company with a known associate of Darkseid.”
“Xenophobe?” Luthor sounded offended. “I don’t fear aliens, Kryptonian. I simply believe that humanity would be better served if we were left alone to decide our fate for ourselves.”
“Then consider this: what fate will Darkseid allow humanity to have when his forces invade this world?”
Superman left that final question hanging in the air as he lifted off the surface of the building and flew away. Luthor was left with a sour look on his face as he stood and returned indoors.
Godfrey looked up as Luthor walked in. “This equipment is impressive. Especially for something originating on Earth.”
Luthor only nodded.
“Looks like the Mother Box has not been activated. But even if it’s dormant, I can trace the signal.”
“Good,” said Luthor, “let’s get going.”
These characters are not my own. Superman, Lex Luthor, and all related characters are the property of DC Comics. This is a work of fan fiction and is just for fun. Please don’t sue me.