#Lex Luthor Headcanons

[kateswallofweird]

IS THIS THE END? . . .

smallville!lex luthor x you; cw angst, hurt no comfort, mentions of blood, allusion to death; wc 289

💭 michael rosenbaum's acting is absolute crack and i know it because how did he make a megalomaniac evil BALD man attractive

lex luthor is not the enigma that he makes himself out to be. in fact, he was easy to read and often put all his cards on the table. he just didn't seem to realize it, like right now.

meteors in smallville were no stranger, but a meteor shower was something else entirely. fire rained down from the sky, and the town you'd grown to love looked like all hell had let loose.

through blurry vision, you could see how fear seized him and worry bled from his eyes. he held you closer to him, but the shift made you groan in pain.

realistically, you knew it was stupid to push him out of the way and let yourself get hurt instead. every fibre of your being screamed in agony, but he wasn't hurt and for some reason, that made everything better.

"tears already, lex? it's not like i'm dead," you managed through labored breaths and a bloody smile.

"now is not the time for jokes," he said, looking around and trying to flag someone down. "you need a doctor."

you coughed and blood spattered against his clothes. "lex," you croaked. "what i need is for my best friend to stop moving around so much so i can finally tell him how i feel."

"no," he shook his head, shakily trying to clean the blood from your mouth. "somebody—i need a doctor!"

you wince at his yelling, and you turn his attention back to you with a gentle hand against his face. "in case i don't make it—"

"no," his voice cracked. "you mean more to me than you know, and i am not going to lose you. you can tell me when you're better."

"i love you, lex."

[i-yap]

Lex Luthor X reader. Like reader is a sweetheart, she doesn't actually realise what he is doing until she sees Superman

Lex luthor x sweetheart!y/n

yandere themes.

General secretary of the UN, Billionaire, Scientist, Philanthropist, Ceo of a megacompany and a very handsome charismatic man - you thought you hit the jackpot and got a unicorn( except the hair)

He was just so smooth with his words, " You work yourself too hard sweetheart, let me treat you right" he'd say or " Say the word and its yours. Afterall you give me everything I could ever want by being by my side darling" . Its hard not to fall for lex luthor once he sets his sights on you.

And when you see him in his elements, with his wit and sly charm, it could disable countries (literally has). But after a long day of doing stuff you couldn't even keep track of, here he was with you. Raw and relaxed, no facade when it comes to you. Except..well the fact that he is a murderer and a plotter - an evil mastermind. He was a mastermind, you knew that. But he'd twist his words and you'd believe he was doing it for good.

He did always have a way with words. And there is no way he was gonna let his sweetheart, his lover , the only kind loving thing in his life leave him. He thrived on your adoration, the little gleam you were proud and how you'd kiss him on his cheek while grinning when he said something particularly smart.

He had everything planned, you would never find out. He'd marry you, have mastermind kids and keep you with him forever. He had, however not planned for you to see his plans with superman. That was something he could not twist , could not make seem good intentioned.

" You want to kill superman?" "Darling you misunderstand, Im offended you would suggest something this outrageous" 'I SAW THE PLANS LUTHOR, I SAW IT ALL. HOW COULD YOU" "he is evil, superman is too powerful the plan is a "just in case"" "NO STOP LYING TO ME, I SAW THE DATE I SAW THE DETAILS STOP LYING" "y/n listen to me, you are blowing this out of proportion-"" MY FIANCE IS A MURDERER AND IM BLOWING IT OUT OF PROPORTION. I'm leaving luthor..I'm leaving"

As soon as you turn around and wipe the tears from your eyes, luthor is behind you and inject you with a sleep medication.

You don't get to leave, you'll understand..with time at least. He'll make sure of it.

[arkangelo-7]

Lex Luthor hates Superman, Lex Luthor hates the Justice League, bla bla bla… You know who Lex must really hate? Bruce Wayne.

Because he knows that bitch is Batman. He’d worked it through that big brain of his and he’s without a doubt certain that the same idiot who spilled champagne on him last New Year’s Eve moonlights as the Batman.

But he can’t fucking prove it. So he’s resigned to a lifetime of having to make stilted conversation filled with double meaning while Brucie just flutters his eyelashes and pretends to be a ditz. And Lex just has to sit there and take it, because Bruce knows that Lex knows and absolutely uses that knowledge to fuck with Alex at every opportunity—he says the absolute shittest, godawful pickup lines and flirts to his heart’s content, knowing full well that he helped Superman kick Lex’s ass last week and that Lex knows it was him.

[vodrae]

Damian Wayne : *Watching national geographic. Global warming hurts animals.*

"Mhhh."

*Runs to Tim's room*

"Luthor said you won't find a clean and sustainable power source in your life."

*Slams doors. Leaves.*

Timothy Jackson Drake : "THAT BITCH." *Angry tools noises coming from the garage for 5 minutes* "Take that bald motherfucker !"

Stephanie : "It's been 5 years and I'm still not sure if i'm scared or impressed by you all."

SaDamian : "Penguins won't fall anymore."

[superbat-love]

Bruce: I'm withdrawing the funding for this project, Lex.

Lex: What? You can't do that at this stage, it'll set us back by months! You told me the suit made you look fat the last time, so I had it redesigned! What's wrong with the suit this time?

Bruce: The build quality is poor.

Lex: [eye twitching] Poor? It's created using our latest technology!

Bruce: Please, we've ran numerous tests on it. It falls apart at the slightest breeze. I had to put it back together using tape. I can’t walk around like a reject from the Stark Expo, Lex. It’s bad for my reputation.

Lex: That's impossible! It can withstand meteor strikes and even take down someone like Superman! It's made from an enhanced—

Clark, who is in the background looking at the suit, sneezes. The suit falls apart.

Bruce: See? What did I tell you? I want a full refund on that suit.

Lex: M-My work! [clutches his head in his hands] What is going on? How did this happen? Were my calculations off?

[cricket-moth]

I actually refuse to believe that Clark would write any praise about himself as Superman. Only super objective and maybe even critiquing himself and pointing out his flaws and failures in a way he can’t do as Superman.

I also like this because it could easily bleed over into AT LEAST two wonderful scenarios:

a.) Lex Luthor trying to recruit Clark Kent into his Superman Hate Squad and…

b.) Batman, unaware that they are the same person, has a vendetta against Kent because he’s ONLY critical of Superman?? and he is starting to think that Clark is going to become a threat to Superman if this continues?? because why the fuck does this rando know so much about their missions??

[choking-on-ice]

Guys! Guys! Important Jimmy / Lex thing

Lex dresses like whoever inspires him the most

How Lex dressed as Ivo's assistant

How Lex dressed after meeting Jimmy!

And note - the last time we see him dressing like Ivo is when he's watching Jimmy's livestream of the Superman v. Ivo fight in the city. And Lex acts dismissive and annoyed at the pro-Superman talk, but the next time we see him he's literally dressing like Jimmy.

and then he shows up to a goddamn formal debate, where Jimmy is wearing a fancy lil suit, and Lex is still just in an outfit based on Jimmy

(this might not be new info to anyone, but I thought it was cute)

[arjudy224]

The Intern: Outreach Gala

Another uneventful day for Gotham's environmental intern...

Prequel: Death of a family

The Intern: Day one

The Intern: The Laughing Fish

The Intern: Busy Work

The Intern: Outreach Gala

The Intern: Teachers Pet

The Intern: Visiting an old friend

The Intern: Chemical Valley

The Intern: Billionaire Boys Club

Gotham's public library appears unrecognizable under the cloak of night. Broad leaves shroud the outside exterior of the Gothic pillars while ivy cascades down the large door frames. Harris raises an eyebrow.

"How many forests do you think Wayne destroyed in his quest to save the planet?" He questions with a smirk.

Each grey hair is perfectly gelled out of his face. Ditching his glasses for the occasion, Dr. Harris may actually care about tonight's guests. The bouncer outside the door seemed to think the dress code was not a laughing matter.

Taking his extended arm, I roll my eyes. The security guy nods to the two of us as we walk through the door.

"Professor, if you keep saying things like that Gordon's going to question your stances on Gotham's resident Eco-terrorist. " I whisper with a smile. "....but at least 12."

Thanks to the joint collaboration between Wayne Industries, Goth-corp, and the Gotham Department of Environmental Protection. Gotham City is hosting its first Environmental Outreach Gala for the nearby tri-state area. Unfortunately for me, they saddled the newest intern to do all the heavy lifting. Young joints and all that jazz. At least I got an invite. The invites ran out before the IT guy could get one. Poor Eddie.

My heart flutters a little bit as a realization hits me. I’m actually here… surrounded by giants in clean energy and the scientific community alike. Award-winning journalists... All for the future of our planet. Passing my reflection, I smile thinking of how far I’ve come from that little river rat back at home.

A figure in the corner of my eye draws my thoughts away from the Grandma debrief. Dick Grayson, the Billionaire’s son, charms the group of ladies by his side. I take a mental note to find time to talk to him when there isn’t such a big crowd. It's been a long time since we last spoke.

The walls echo with the idle chatter coming from the rich socialites of Gotham. Waiters in tuxedos maneuver silently with a tray of champagne flutes in each hand. Considering, that most environmental professionals wear cargo pants from the early 2000s to work... the dress code was definitely a choice. I scan the room for familiar faces. Gordon flashes me a smile from across the room. I nod back. The Mayor works his way around the room with a large smile. It must be an election year.

My throat gets tight. I'm not ready for this. Looking to my right, I find that Dr. Harris has vanished into the crowd.

"Y/N L/N?" A voice calls distracting me from my nerves.

A well-dressed man strolls over. Something about him puts me on edge. Maybe it's his wicked smile or the large emerald ring on his outstretched hand. He walks with an easy air of confidence.

"Lex Luthor."

My heart does a little tap dance in my chest. The tight fabric of my rental dress makes it hard to breathe. I shake his hand politely. The party-goers go quiet around us. From the corner of my eye, Lois Lane, an investigative reporter from Metropolis, shoves through the crowd. So much for being a fly on the wall.

"I recently worked with a Professor of yours. She had a lot to say about your graduate proposal."

This cannot be happening. Memories of those long fights in the lab flash in the back of my mind. Mr. Luthor's cat-like gaze observes my reaction curiously.

I cover my face in embarrassment. That woman deserves hate mail. I could have at least been asked to type or spell-check it beforehand.

"To be frank, I originally chose the topic to get a rise outta her. Dr. Hendrix had me doing dishes for 3 weeks straight after I accidentally messed up a sample, so I wrote a proposal I knew she wouldn't like."

When I finally uncover my face, Luthor stares down at me with an amused grin.

"Even so. I'd like to discuss potential funding opportunities in Metropolis. If this is something you would think up out of boredom, I'd love to see what you can do when you put your mind to it."

That brings a smile to my face.

"Really? Everyone who I've brought it up to has been apprehensive about researching Kryptionian radiation.

"We need more scientists to ask questions Ms. L/N. Even the ones, that people don't want to know the answer to. "

The sullen green glow draws my eye once again to Mr. Luthor's ring finger... Wait, that's not an emerald. That's Kryptonite.

"Is this a personal interest of yours?" I ask slowly glancing between his eyes and his ring.

"In some ways."

An unspoken conversation occurs when he notices my acknowledgement of his strange choice of jewelry. The silence only creates more questions. Why would you wear something you know is irradiated?

"I hope to hear from you soon." Mr. Luthor concludes after handing me a business card, "There is always a spot at Lexcorp for a future scientist with your talents."

I stand there in silence watching him leave. The sleek modern design of the card lists only the bare essentials: his name, office address, and contact information in silver lettering.

Four hours ago, I was hauling boxes for the decorating committee. Huh. A nearby waiter offers a champagne flute from the tray. Respectfully, I turn them down. This dress costs more than my rent.

“Oh no. Thank you. I am… working.”

"Does work-life balance not apply to interns?” A voice interrupts.

I try not to roll my eyes at the "intern" comment. The constant reminders of my status are getting old. Starting at his perfectly buffed dress shoes, my gaze drags along the fabric of his black designer suit. Dick Grayson sure does like to make an entrance. With his dark curls and friendly blue eyes, his familiar smile knocks over my defenses. Sipping on his drink, he waits for my response with a teasing grin. His energy is contiguous. I ignore his question to ask my own instead.

“Has anyone told you that you tend to appear out of nowhere?”

His striking eyes light up with a mischievous glint.

“You have no idea.” He laughs, "It's nice to see you back in Gotham. It's been a long time."

"It has. From the rumors, you have been up to quite a bit of trouble." I joke gesturing to the envious eyes from across the room.

He raises a curious eyebrow.

“Good things I hope?”

Glancing around the room, I ignore the dozen eyes staring daggers in my direction. Academia can be such a bitch.

“Nothing too crazy: a few murders, unfounded accusations, and you might be an alien?”

Dick grimaces while tilting his head ever so slightly. He swirls his drink, yet doesn't take a sip.

“Sounds about right. Anything you believe? “

I pause... Do I play coy?

“I’m not sure an alien could do a quadruple summersault.”

Something flashes in his eyes that I don’t quite understand. For a moment, I wonder if I should have held my tongue. His suspicion morphs into the first genuine smile I've seen all evening.

“You’ve kept tabs on me Y/N.”

Before I can respond, a scream causes the ballroom to descend into chaos. Vines shoot out from under the floorboards while the native plants start attacking the guest. A woman with flaming red hair paces the floor. Her vines wrap around each person one by one…. A thorny bush springs out of a fallen leaf snagging my delicate rental dress.

Dammit Pamela. We talked about this.

Glancing at the bartender's horrified expression, I frown.

“I change my mind. I’ll have that drink now.”

[butwhyduh]

So Tim drake is a super genius right? But he hangs out with Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon, does business and fights Lex Luthor, was on multiple teams with geniuses, and his genius bestie Kon kent, right?

Tim probably thinks he’s a normal amount of smart.

He’s exceptionally hard on himself and downplays his accomplishments. I could see him thinking he’s not near as smart as everyone says.

[a-reyy]

I did not think my headcanon of Oliver, Bruce and Lex going to boarding school together would be so liked, but you guys seem to love it, so here is more of them being sassy bitches.

They have a group chat named "2 super rich dudes + Oliver Queen" and this is their conversation when Bruce adopted Dick:

Bruce: I may have fucked up.

Lex: Did you get a girl pregnant or something?

Bruce: Yes, but without the pregnancy or the girl.

Oliver: What? That literally makes no sense.

Lex:YOU GOT A KID?!

Oliver: Ok it makes sense now.

Oliver: HOW DID YOU GET A KID?!

Bruce: I went to the circus and one thing led to another.

Bruce: Don’t tell Alfred.

Oliver: YOU DIDN’T TELL ALFRED!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!

Lex: I’m gonna snitch on you so hard.

Oliver: Lex no!! This is something Bruce as to do himself.

Lex: what’s the kid’s name at least?

Bruce: Dick.

Lex:…

Lex: Can I snitch on him now?

Oliver: Yes.

Bruce: Nooooooooooo!!! Alfred will kill me.

Oliver: Well you deserve it. You named your kid dick!!

Bruce: His name is actually Richard he’s the one who wants to go by Dick!

Lex: Father like son I guess. You want to go buy dick.

Bruce: I hate both of you.

[i-yap]

THERE ARE NO LUTHOR FICS NONE NONE...AND NOT ENOUGH DC VILLAIN X READER FICS. HAS ANYONE EVEN SEEN YOUNG JUSTICE..THE VILLAINS ARE HOT HOT.....if I write dc villains will yall give it the same love you give jason x y/n or will it be a tim x y/n situation???

[arkangelo-7]

The idea of Damian Wayne being Gen Alpha is actually the bane of my existence. Like, this little sword-wielding menace who speaks like eight languages and can quote Tacticus or something just going ham on a villain then saying “skibidi toilet rizz” before unironically hitting the griddy makes me want to kill myself

[ahfrickenfrick]

to keep up with the double life

bruce had taken up to making people think he’s awful at keeping things a secret

he has an ‘alt’ account on Twitter that everyone knows is him, commenting underneath all of lex’s tweets, but yet luther can’t pin it down to bruce to file the lawsuit

he’s well known for letting secrets slip during interviews, and for constantly not hiding his facial expressions during press conference

and then there’s all the times he’s publicly fallen into a fountain

so whenever the vague idea pops into somebody’s head that bruce wayne could be batman, they usually just shake their head and go to the next actual possibility

[superbat-love]

Lex: Look at those spoiled brats. If it weren’t for their daddy’s money, would they even be worthy of attending this gala?

Maxwell: [glances over at Bruce, Clark, and Ollie, who are deep in discussion] I don’t know, Lex. You seem awfully preoccupied with them. You’ve been talking about them all night. Could it be… you’re jealous you can’t get into their circle, no matter how hard you try?

Lex: [scoffs] Me? Jealous? Of those brainless trust fund babies? Please. I’m leagues ahead of them!

Lex: And who is that man standing so closely to Bruce? The one with his arm around him?

Maxwell: Oh, that’s Clark Kent. He’s the son of a high official from a foreign country.

Lex: I’ve never heard of him.

Maxwell: Probably because he’s too old money for you.

Lex: [seething] Argh!

[gothamite-rambler]

Zatanna (raising her voice as she waved her wand): I cast 'Testicular Torsion'!

Lex Luthor (as the spell hits him): Tes- MY BALLS!

Lex crumpled to the ground, clutching his crotch.

Batman (taking a step away from the magician): Why do you know that spell?

Zatanna (flipping her wand, nonchalant): My last boyfriend played dungeons and dragons and invited me to a few times... Is Nightwing-

Batman (stoic): Your father and I are in agreement you're not dating him.

Zatanna: God, you relive your bed wetting phase and now I can't be with your son. He has an open relationship!

Batman (walking to apprehend Lex): I don't need to be reminded of that and would like to have full disconnect to that aspect of my son's dating life.

[mogamuncher]

Brucie is a menace to society: The Thesis

Urrgh the brainworms got to me again, so we're talking about some funky Brucie Wayne headcanons:

• There's a difference between Brucie Wayne interacting with the general public and random rich folks that he isn't too close with vs Brucie Wayne interacting with business partners, friend, or people Brucie is generally a bit more trusting towards

• To the general public and the more distant rich folks? Brucie is a himbo dork, a hot playboy manwhore who donates to charity all the time, a little dumb, a heart of gold, definitely seen as way too naive. Brucie is just a well-intentioned goofball who is very good looking, he's clumsy and kinda adorable, people just generally like him because of his Vibes™. Also just very good with kids, though his habit of adoption is brought up a lot in jokes

• But with long time business partners, friends and people he'd be closer to? Brucie is 100% a smug bitch, absolutely insufferable. He's like, still seem as mostly stupid and vapid, still a manwhore, but as they get to know Brucie more others definitely start to catch on whenever he's just fucking with people. Brucie can no longer get away with pretending like he's naive anymore, because these specific people have 100% caught him saying certain things solely because he thought it would be just so fucking funny

• Because of this, Brucie tends to be more playful with this select group of people, being less of an adorable himbo and more like a loud snarky friend, he's absolutely hilarious if you're actually in on the joke, has an awful habit of teasing others as well

• If you're particularly grouchy or insufferable then Brucie will dedicate the rest of his day to bother you in particular. He can and will just make up any excuse to have a meeting, or to tour at someone else's office, or anything and other to simply be able to annoy bitter people from a close range

• His biggest victims: Oliver Queen, Lex Luthor and Harvey Dent. These three will never know peace, the moment they got close enough to get to the more snarky side of Brucie it was game over. It was really common to see Bruce waltz through parties acting like his normal himbo self, only to do an immediate shift in attitude once he spotted one of them, the press usually found it hilarious

• Lex is the one that suffers under this the most since he's the bitchiest man alive, so Brucie is basically in speed dial to annoy this man 24/7, he's an actual menace about Lex to the point where he will make the trip to metropolis solely to piss Lex off on a completely random Wednesday. They're both the pettiest people to ever exist so the annoyance is actually kinda mutual, but Brucie often wins out since his reactions aren't really fully genuine (on account of being, well, Brucie), something that Lex is endlessly bitter on. To this day no one can tell if they're genuinely actually friends, or if they just hate each other

• Oliver does not get hit by the full brunt of the Brucie Wayne Effect™ as Lex does, but they both still snark at each other all the time, to the point that having a conversation with the two of them present becomes a comedy routine really fast. The accounts of the poor poor survivors that have ever third wheeled their conversations say that it was vaguely reminiscent of being the ball in a game of verbal tennis, as was read in a particularly descriptive article released by several bitter interviewers

• Now, of course Harvey is actually aware that Brucie isn't really fully real, like, he knows that it's mainly a persona, he's actually had full conversations and memories with Bruce instead of Brucie. Still though, Brucie and Harvey are like a menace duo, being targeted by both of them is a sentence to being messed with or manipulated, it's actually really impressive what they can get done together. Of course, they both use their methods for good, and to annoy people that are assholes while still somehow being polite, so it's more funny than anything, really

• Brucie is also just generally more mellow around Harvey, being less snarky and sometimes even quiet, staying in a sweet spot between Bruce and Brucie. Seeing Smug Bitch™ Brucie Wayne chill out a little whenever Harvey was around is a bit surreal to everyone else though, Lex and Oliver will forever complain about it

• Once Harvey became Two Face, Lex and Oliver both actually had some tact (yes, I know right) and gave Brucie some space to deal with it. A week later after the incident Brucie visited both of them with a big confident smile, beer and an invite to a party with only the family friends

• Not much changed after that, Lex is still insufferable, Oliver is still playing along with Brucie's bullshit to some extent, and Brucie is still a menace to society disguised as a harmless himbo playboy. Though sometimes the clear absence of Harvey is felt, especially whenever those quieter and softer moments of Brucie mellowing out simply cease to exist entirely