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Everyone at Luthor News Network was scrambling to make everything perfect. Lex Luthor was already waiting in his penthouse office, killing time as he waited for his one and only appointment for the day.
10 am - Bruce Wayne
Luther’s assistant waited on the drive and watched as a beautiful black car pulled up out front. An alpha was the first out of the car. Half of his face was severely burned, with a spot or two still covered with bandages. He wore a nice suit and rushed over to help open the door and offer his hand to another man. It was a beautiful omega that the assistant immediately clocked as Bruce Wayne.
The assistant approached and offered her hand. “Hi, I’m Mercy Graves, Lex Luthor’s assistant.”
Bruce removed his sunglasses and handed them to his driver before giving his full attention to Mercy, ignoring the handshake. Mercy could tell from the pursed lips and the narrowed eyes.
Bruce Wayne was pissed.
“We would like to see Mr. Luthor now.” The half-burned man insisted.
“I’m sorry,” Mercy stated. “Who are you?”
“Harvey Dent. My lawyer.” Bruce’s tone was calm but Mercy could tell there was a touch of venom behind each word.
“Please allow me to give you the tour of the-”
“I’m not here for a tour.” Bruce cut her off sharply.
“Yes, sir, right this way, sir.” She nodded and led the way.
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“Mr. Luthor, your 10 o’clock is here.” Mercy called over the phone, not giving Bruce or Harvey a chance to sit in the waiting area.
“Send him in.” Luthor folded his hands together and leaned back in his seat.
Mercy showed them in and Bruce walked in, followed by Harvey.
Luthor frowned. “Mercy, I only had one appointment.”
“You still do.” Bruce replied coldly, “I just need legal counsel.”
“Come now, Bruce, let's be cordial.” He said, standing.
Bruce looked at Lex in a way that made him shiver. Bruce’s blue eyes, though still beautiful, seemed to burn like fire and Lex wanted to feel their heat. “You don’t get to say that after your reporters stalked my son.”
To illustrate Bruce’s point, Harvey withdrew a Luthor News Network screenshot from his briefcase. The headline said ‘Wayne Omegas - Dating Around or Commited?’ On the page was a close-up of Bruce with his red scarf and beside him was another picture. It was a candid photo of Dick and Kori.
Luthor observed the picture. He had seen it many times.
“I want the article deleted.” Bruce insisted, “And I want a signed testimony that you will not approach my children under any circumstances.”
“Let’s talk this over.”
“Talk what over?” Bruce growled. “I want you away from me and my family.”
“Bruce,” Luthor warned. “You need to calm down.”
“No!” Bruce snapped. “You don’t get to try to talk down to me like I’m being irrational! Your people are stalking my family, and I will not have it! I have every reason to be upset!”
A smile tugged at Luthor’s lips, which pissed Bruce off even more.
“You think this is a stupid game? I’m serious! I’ll-”
“I know you’re serious.” Luthor cut Bruce off and folded his hands together on his desk as he smiled at Bruce. “You are just adorable when you try acting like a strong alpha, but let’s be honest, that’s why the lawyer is here. Not because you want legal counsel, but because you are too scared to be alone in a room with an alpha.”
Bruce was seeing red. If he did not have his wits about him, he would have cleared Luthor’s desk and used the alpha’s own tie to strangle him. He felt Harvey grab his wrist in a warning to stay calm.
“My client,” Harvey spoke up, trying to cut some of the tension, “Is here to speak amicably about this situation. He is hoping for a peaceful resolution that will leave everyone satisfied without this matter going to court.”
Luthor smiled. “Send it to court.”
Bruce and Harvey glanced at each other, confused.
“Mmmm. It seems like you two don’t know. Honestly, Bruce, you are a committed omega. You should be checking in on your mates.”
Bruce felt like he had just dunked into ice water. He lost his breath and felt his heartbeat in his ears. It was like the world was muffled for the longest time until he finally asked, “What?”
“Easy. You went pale there. One would have thought that you had seen a ghost.”
Bruce collected himself and cleared his throat. “I’m not scared of ghosts.”
Luthor’s eyes gleamed, and it made Bruce’s stomach roll. “Oh, I know that things haunt you, but I love how stoic you are, Bruce, I mean Mr. Wayne.” Luthor grinned, playing along by Bruce’s set rules.
Bruce tried discreetly to take a small step back but it didn’t go unnoticed by either alpha.
“Mr. Luthor,” Harvey cut in. “If you will not abide by a cease and desist, then we will have no choice but to take this matter up in a proper court of law.”
“Mr. Dent, I’ve already invited you to do so.” Luthor was smiling brightly.
Never in Harvey’s career as a lawyer has the issue of a civil case brought someone such joy. He was unnerved by how giddy Luthor appeared.
One by one, Luthor pulled out three files.
Bruce’s heart dropped seeing the names on the front:
Richard Grayson, Jason Todd, Timothy Drake
Luthor smiled like he was holding a royal flush at the end of a long game of poker. “Wished I had the full set, but it appears that Damian’s alpha mother died last year. Killed herself during the trial. But three out of four isn’t bad.”
“What is this gimmick?” Harvey asked.
But Bruce already knew. He felt sick.
Luthor opened each folder and inside it was paperwork claiming ownership of their pup and their mating bond on Bruce. The paperwork then explained that ownership of both was to be hereby transferred to Luthor.
Bruce felt nausea rise in his throat.
“Now I don’t believe in making you stay by my side, though technically by law, as my mate, I could force you into submission. But I like all those to climb into my bed to be willing.”
“How?” Bruce squeaked out.
Luthor grinned. “It was very easy. A few favors, quite a bit of money, and their own desperation to get back at the omega responsible for putting them in jail.”
“What do you want?”
“For starters, I would like my meeting with you.” Luthor turned to Harvey and clarified. “A private meeting.”
Bruce looked at Harvey. “Please, Harvey.”
“I’m not leaving you alone with this creep,” Harvey whispered to Bruce.
“You have to. That paperwork is the real deal; if he calls the police, he can take my children from me. I don’t have a choice.”
“We can find a way out of this,” Harvey argued.
“Please, Harvey,” Bruce begged, “Just go.”
Harvey could see the tears in Bruce’s eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to stay and protect the omega, but he honored Bruce’s wishes and began to walk out.
Luthor smiled cheekily and gave him a little smug wave.
Begrudgingly, Harvey closed the door behind him and there was a click of an automatic lock.
Bruce hung his head, letting the black hair fall into his face as he wiped the tears from his eyes.
“Come now, Bruce,” Luthor stood from his desk and walked around it, offering his arms to comfort the omega, “I won’t hurt you.”
Bruce’s head lifted slowly, and a chill ran down Luthor’s spine as he saw blazing blue eyes behind the curtain of black hair.
With no lawyer there, there was no one stopping Bruce.
Bruce launched himself at the alpha. With one hand, he punched Luthor in the throat, tackling him onto the desk. Bruce used his knees to pin Luthor down by his shoulders as his other hand wrapped Luthor’s tie tightly around his fist and yanked his head forward. “I’m done,” Bruce growled and punched Luthor, busting his lip. “I’m done listening to alphas who only think I’m only good enough for a leisurely fuck!” Bruce punched Luthor again.
Luthor spit blood onto the floor as he took a breath. “You’ve done it now.” He laughed. “You’re going to be marked insane when I take the camera feed of this to the police. I’ll get you for assault!”
“Do you think that scares me?” Bruce smiled and Luthor’s blood ran cold. His smile was one even demons would shy from. Bruce leaned down to whisper in Luthor’s ear. “I hope a court does fine me insane. Murderers who are insane get lighter punishments.”
Bruce loved seeing the whites of Luthor’s eyes grow big in terror.
“You wouldn’t.” Luthor hissed, trying to call Bruce’s bluff. “You’ll have your children taken away from you.”
“That’s a chance I’m willing to take. But at least they would be safe from you.”
Luthor narrowed his eyes at Bruce.
“So go ahead,” Bruce insisted, “Force my hand. I’m already lawyered up.” Bruce stood up from the desk and yanked Luthor up by his tie.
Luthor soothed out his tie and cleared his throat. With as much calm as he could muster, he pressed the call button and rang Mercy.
“Yes, Mr. Luthor?”
“Would you please call Mr. Wayne’s car around? He’s leaving.”
Bruce plucked each of his son’s folders off the desk and held them tightly to his chest as the door to Luthor’s office opened and Harvey stepped in. “It was a pleasure doing business with you.” Bruce smiled sweetly, a completely different person in Luthor’s eyes. Bruce turned on his heel and began walking out.
Luthor used his pocket hanky to dab sullenly at his busted lip.
“Mr. Luthor?” Mercy asked, approaching him. “What happened?”
“He tripped,” Bruce shrugged without sympathy as he passed her and left.
The doors shut behind Bruce and Harvey.
“Should I call the police?” Mercy asked.
“No.” Luthor sat at his desk and folded his hands, resting his chin on them. “Honestly, that was the hottest thing an omega has ever done to me.”
“But sir, you’re bleeding.”
“It will stop.” A flash of light on his computer caught his attention. Luthor looked over and saw his computer screen go fuzzy and then a message appeared:
Sorry that you couldn’t blackmail our mother, but do you know who won’t give you up?
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As Bruce and Harvey walked down the hallway of Luthorcorp when all of a sudden, every television and speaker in the building began to play Rick Astley’s ‘Never Going to Give You Up’. They looked at each other, confused, and began to see workers run around yelling that all of Luthor News Network has been compromised. Rick Astley was everywhere, dancing and singing his 1987 hit.
Bruce pulled out his phone and texted Tim: How long are you going to Rick Roll him?
Tim: Long enough *devil grinning emoji*
Bruce: Give me a time
Tim: 24 hours
Bruce tilted his head from side to side in thought: Make it 48.
Tim: I knew we were related
Bruce laughed and put his phone away.