An unlikely partnership [Selina]

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It was around Noon in the morning. Lex had just returned from a trip to Florida, Minnesota, California, and Alaska. He was proud and thankful to be back in his glorious kingdom known as Metropolis. LexCorps stocks were well, he had no business meetings or people to “dispose of today”, he had given Mercy the day off of work and he was for the most part succinct and pleased by it. Now Lex rarely lets his employees have time for vacation or going away but when his top level employees, hell when all of his employees put in more than they can handle, do the job better than anybody else, and continue to help themselves grow and learn… Lex rewards them. The starting salaries for the employees at LexCorp are better than the starting salaries at Wayne Enterprises and any company from Metropolis to Connecticut. Lex prided himself, as he usually does, on building a company that would inevitably last a lifetime.

After he walked into his sprawling office, the light from the magnificent windows entering and placing itself onto the center of his workspace. He uploaded his computer and opened a bottle of Spanish wine. This was an occasion to open a new venture and to give himself a reward for being selective, powerful, integrative and intelligent in how he dealt with his partners, pathetic civilians, and gothamites alike. As the hour passed he had just finished three books, all delightful but misguided in their nature. Then he had Louisa, his personal chef, called in to make some pasta and meatballs. It was delicious, every bite of the meat reminded him of home and how once in awhile his mother would be able to afford to buy tomatoes and ground beef for meatballs. Louisa was a fine chef, one that Mercy had personally screened for. She was talented, warm when she needed to be, and sufficient in her duties to make sure Lex was taken care of at all times.

As the evening approached, and Louisa was paid and left , Lex began thinking and taking out his plans, examining the ones that needed to be and throwing out the rest. He activated an interactive map, showing the faces of significant people in Gotham Business at the moment. This was good thing, Lex needed to continually push himself, mentally and physically to be on top of his game. Gotham had a few sprawling enterprises, mainly Wayne Enterprises. But there was another company that was smaller than LexCorp but having just enough discretion to be perfect in his mind. He needed a company that woud benefit from the idea that began forming in his mind. Lex was going to absorb Wayne Enterprises into LexCorp , the nature of such a transaction was common.

In business, much like in life, a fish or a person will always destroy another. Lex had prided and punished himself for succeeding and failing alike at completing such a task when called for. So when the idea came to him, he naturely knew there would be a few 2nd and 3rd parties that would love to take care in rewarding themselves and seeing Wayne go down with his ship. So while relying on his crystal and master-instincts Lex instructed his computer via voice inflection (in a crips and delicate low baritone voice ), “Call Selina Kyle, Black Cat Security ”. His interactive computer began dialing, he got up, took of his clothes, strudded into the hot shower. The water always had a soothing effect for Luthor, whether it be stress, pain, discomfort, lonliness, or bitterness, the water reminded him that he was put on this Earth to be a god amongst people. His parents had worked extremely hard, his mother was the hardest working person beside Lex that he knew of. It's a shame that he saw her more often as he had. He notices a picture of his mother and him when he graduated from MIT and Yale and Harvard, top of his class, smartest of the weaklings. She had been so proud of him, but she did mention that she wasn't feeling great anymore, no husband, no big sources of income for a woman who is the most resourceful person that he knew, then and now. That singular image reminded him of the small and delicate package that he sent to Ms. Kyle. A fancy envelope and note that he personally wrote for her.

Included in the envelope was a special private jet flight for her around 11 in the morning, she would arrive at the LexCorp landing zone; Lex had even stated that she would be staying in one of the nicest hotels in the world, let alone Metropolis. The Adamson was a prestigious five star hotel, that Lex promptly renovated and revived after the management fell apart. It now makes millions of dollars, thanks to a multitude of renovations. Selina will be staying in one of the Emerald suites. And one final gift remained, in a small slit to the left of the envelope was an emerald ring, extremely hard to destroy and dangerous to stare at for too long. This emerald was not easy to locate, considering that it is uncommonly rare to find, let alone wear.

After putting on his signature blue he stood and waited for the phone to answer...

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Gotham

Over an early evening wakeup mug of coffee, Selina was still mulling over the envelope, invitation, and ring. The invite was curious, the envelope curiouser, and the ring gorgous, even as it sat on her finger, glinting in the soon to be setting sun. She couldn't believe it. A flight to Metropolis? For a meeting with Mr. Metropolis himself, Lex Luthor? Curious. He had said there was a business proposition to discuss, a flight leaving an hour shy of noon, private jet, limo waiting for her an hour before her flight was to leave, and a luxury suite awaiting her landing.

He sure knew how to not only impress a woman, but how to get her attention. Kicking her feet up onto her desk, she shifted the items to her lap, glancing from letter (handwritten, on fine cardstock, watermarked, even!) to the ring. She was curious why he'd go with her, and her company, instead of someone more local, or even closer in Metropolis. The ring was a nice touch, the color rich, the cut of the stone refracting beautifully. If she didn't know better, she'd think it were the mythed Krptonite. But it was set just so, which made her question that as well.

As soon as she'd recieved the note, she'd ran a rather in-depth search of the man. More cropped up than just the media had portrayed, and she had to smile at the articles that had crossed her path. He was on a level with Bruce Wayne, but in a different city, and lacking the hair the Prince of Gotham possessed. But he had a keen mind, too, it seemed.

So as the call buzzed in her earpiece, Selina answered it promptly, the screen in front of her showing the caller, and a picture. "Hello Lex," she murmured, "If you wanted a dinner date, all you would've had to do is ask, you know. A handwritten note, ring, and jet? And I haven't even said yes, yet!" She teased him, shaking her head from miles away at the man's arrogance, her curiosity keeping her from expressing her real impression.

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Selina’s voice was warm, sultry, and interesting. This voice was pleasing to the ear, it was the voice of a long –lost friend who was now found. A voice that confided a wind of trust with a wind of curiousity. This appealed to a Lex, as it probably appeals to others. Like Lex, Selina has probably mastered the ability to use one’s voice to command anything. Even subtle actions, hints, eye movements, body language can be transparent with just a hint of pitch and inflection. He hadn’t met Selina, but this voice… remained a signature of her’s. It was a possible signal that she was interested. He could detect the urge for her to question him, he could detect the sense that she was hooked, like a fish eating warm and being struck with a hook. He had caught her, he now had to reel her in.

Replying in a steely fashion, similar to the steel minerals that surrounded the emerald ring, “The pleasure is all mine Ms. Kyle- I’m glad that you received my gifts in a timely fashion. I assume the Emerald is to your liking.” He paused, this was going well, but he scratched his hand a bit before continuing, it seems that he had a rash.. He sat down and brought up her profile on his computer. “The flight will be leaving tomorrow. Pack your bags to your liking, but bring what you need to be comfortable--, he didn’t miss a beat before now dwelling into the reason that he sent those expensive gifts to shower her in a deal that she would not turn down… only a simple man or woman who has no need for it or feels that it would corrupt their “balance” would turn it down.

Fortunately, those people are far and few, they don’t get in the way of the being above them, Lex Luthor. Yet, when they do.. they are disposed of in a neat and deadly fashion, no screams… no witnesses. His eyes dotted to her company’s finances that were on the site. They were at best good for her in her current location. She was rich but she was not even close to Lex’s wealth. She was an ant in the sea controlled by Lex. As it were, this particular sea was disgusting, he had to filter it, cleanse it of it’s stench, Selina would be useful in that ultimate goal. This was task that would win her over, keep her interested in bettering herself and her company as well as that object of dark wealth and materialistic obsessions called Gotham.

He finally responded after sixteen seconds of silence, “You’re likely wondering why I am picking you out of all the executives and businessman in Gotham who are much richer and whose networks are much more extensive then yours. Well I have an eye for detail, elegance, and talent when I see one. You have all of those things, you’re company is doing well, it will do better after this task. This task that I’m alluding to cannot be completely divulged over a line of electricity and lead. But let it be known to you and me personally, that I have selected and invited you to take part in the new MetroTham project. This project will set up a security fund for mental institutes across Metropolis and Gotham, that will renovate security mainframes and systems. Black Cat enterprises has more anonymity then Wayne Enterprises. Anonymity leads one to develop into a giant. I think you have that potential…”

He left her there finishing his sonata of enticing and mysterious explanations of his plan. She was hooked, the level to that will not be taken into account until she boards that plan and arrives in Metropolis. He wanted her to be a safe that only he had the key to. Of course she would naturally have contacts elsewhere, but the name of Luthor will take one farther than the name of Wayne of Grillis or any other Gotham/Metropolis employer. It was his time, it was her time… it was all in front of her.

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Comfortable. Now that was a subjective word if she'd ever heard one. "Oh, of course. 11am. Like the handwritten note had said. And when you say comfortable, are you talking for the flight, or for my visit to see you? Because if there is anything else that I may need...I am not going to be picky and bring my entire wardrobe, you know..." She said sweetly, still shifting her hand to catch the light off the green gem on her hand.


As she listened to him even moreso, she was curious. He was being ever so gracious on picking her, out of so many other companies in Gotham, blah blah blah. He was kissing her ass. Of course Selina Kyle, of Black Cat Securities would be fantastic to work on his project uniting Gotham, and Metropolis, it'd be someone other than Bruce Wayne, and a woman?! Oh the press he'd get for that. And hell, she'd help him, because it was good press. And no doubt would agitate Bruce, no doubt, in their official, unofficial whatever they were calling what they were doing.

"You flatter me, Lex. And I will agree with you, my company is doing quite well, but I'm rather selective in who I take on for clients, no matter how large the paycheck. Before I say yes, or no, I'd like to see the full schematics of what you're going for in your...MetroTham project." The word was cumbersome on her lips, and a bit of a rolled eye at it made her glad they were only speaking over the phone, and not face to face. "If you're looking at re-vamping Arkham, I hate to inform you, but Wayne Enterprises had just looked into the facility a mere 18 months ago. But if you are in touch with Dr. Arkham, and he's ok'ed the plan, I'd be willing, like I had mentioned, to look at your prospects."

She was quite skilled in bureaucracy, and all the lovely words used to facilitate talking. Not that she liked to use that specific vernacular, but she knew how to use it. Either way, she was betting Lex was used to getting his way by throwing as much money, ass-kissing, or flattery at whomever he wanted whatever from.

"I will admit I am going to take up your offer on the flight, and the gift, but that isn't going to secure me entirely, you know. I'd have to understand why you're wanting to show such an interest in Gotham. Is it mere benevolent idealism, or are you looking to expand your name, and brand? I for one don't need, or even have to focus on expansion for my company. I don't desire to have a giant, Wayne seems to be holding down that niche quite well, I'd have to say. But if it's for a good cause, well, now that is something I could get behind." She already had her philanthropic causes, and if he were going to go after that angle; she might bite.

So while his offer was sweet; and sacchrinely so, she wouldn't give him a solid agreement, yet. She wanted to see what sort of song he'd be signing once she arrived in Metropolis; and how the man would be in person. "It seems I will see you in person, a bit after noon, tomorrow then, Mister Luthor. I will see you then, so we can discuss this matter further." And with that, she hung-up, her mind contemplating just what she'd need to bring, and doing a quick search on what amenities and shopping this hotel had to offer her.

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She was charmer full of wit and needed intuition. These skills make businessman into gods that in turn make the world rich and loving. He smiles as her response flows and ebbs, like an owl divided and interested in a proposition. But she was a cat, not an owl. And Cats are much slyer than Owls. Cats remain vigilant, full of surprises and answers, as well as actions. Lex on the other hand was more like a phoenix. One who is reborn after a time of age or a time of failure. He becomes younger, wiser, and stronger with each re-birth. Selina stirs feelings in him that he hasn’t ever experienced. He feels younger when talking to her and older when commenting back. This exchange of comments and talk of plans signals to his unconscious that his decision to hand-pick her was perfect, even if he happened to use a bit of fuzz around his deal.

After the conversation, his eyes dotted to his watch, he had at least a few hours before she would arrive; he wanted the actions, the movements, the eye gestures to be all stellar. He took out his cell phone and dialed Mercy. “Yes, Mr. Luthor?” Her high-alto sounding voice pleased Lex, after so many years of service, he knew that everytime that phone rang she would be cordial and responsive. He was about to laugh but silenced such an action, “Mercy, you will get a bottle of champagne from Le plus grand plaisir du chaton (Kitten’s delight), then you will drive over and get a box of delicate chocolates from the bakery on Stevenson and Algorth. After all that is done, make sure that the plane looks stunning, if there is mere speck of dust or ripped carpet, you will be personally paying for her hotel.” There was a pause of silence and Mercy replied, “Yes Mr. Luthor, understood. I’m on my way.” The phone call ended and Lex turned around and dressed in a new suit, one that the tailor had just made for him. He was going to wear it for a friend’s wedding, but weddings are overrated especially when it comes to delivering a project that will make his company stronger and finer in the long run.

An hour had passed and he had just been finishing his matters for the day at LexCorp, a few sectors closed down from cuts that needed to happen, and the firing of 20 people from his intelligence sectors. This was a normal day, but the mere fact that one such individual spat in Luthor’s face when seeing him pass by, blasted Lex. The ultimate error was made by the peasant, who believed that Luthor was a fraud and a terrorist. Yet, the ant was someone who had personally taken money from the company and used it to finance his own organization to help elderly people.

After the man was arrested, Mercy called, “The flight is leaving now Sir. I’m on my way to pick you up.” Lex turned and grabbed the most recent paper of the day and began reading it. After being picked up by Mercy, the limo parked right where the plane left. He was dressed in a black coat, wearing a suit with blue-black shoes. Time to shine… time to shine.

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The remainder of her day, and night went well. After the phone call with Lex, she'd poured over her closet, picking and choosing this and that; packing light. Not that she wasn't going to stay for long, but just the fact that if she needed anything, she had a feeling Metropolis would be able to suit her needs. So after a busy afternoon, shuffled appointments, and getting a few last- minute affairs in order, she was ready to sleep. Or breathe. Either would work. Staring out the twilight skyline, she had hoped to get out for the evening, alas, work called. And a curious, curious invitation, shrouded in ..well, something.


It was a prompt thirty minutes when the limo picked her up, the driver cordially taking her luggage and placing it beside her in the limo. It was a mere twenty minutes later when they were at the tarmac, jet awaiting her. A slight smile played at her lips. Lex was planning something big, and was pulling out all the stops, and just for her. Or was giving off that sort of illusion, even though he didn't play that sort of shadow game. She'd chosen a soft grey dress; comfortable, yet stylish, a pair of heels, and worn her newly gifted emerald ring, accented by a pair of dangling earrings in the same hue. The inside of the aircraft was luxurious, welcoming, and ready for her flight; champagne, and a box of chocolates with a note left for her. Settling in, the stewardess offered her both, along with several other amenities, before the Captain came in to personally introduce himself, and get settled.


Then she was airborne, a neatly tied package awaiting Mr. Luthor, and Metropolis. To say she was curious about the whole ordeal, was quite an understatement.

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The plane arrived on schedule. In fact, the schedule was early, the earlier the better for Lex. Lex is a man who is so often accustomed to creating and organizing hazardous plans into neat schedules. Yet, every so often there is a time where such a meeting (however ridiculous it is) is planned so poorly that he declines to be present. This meeting is a top priority for Lex. The refreshments, the gifts, the bought “comfortable style” that he has crafted for Selina was just the introduction- a hook if you will that had to be finely crafted so that the blunt of the work would catch her interest, like mouse running in front of a cat in the dark. Mercy had been ever so cautious, checking her watch, surveying the landscape and prepping Lex on any final business matters that needed tending to.

Luthor remained in his custom designed limousine, which was now waiting, being unused and unloved at the moment. Ms. Kyle emerged from the plane as radiant as her pictures. But there was something that the pictures could not capture, her “ballsyness”, her reluctance and every breathe that she put into make a natural conversation, regardless if she was talking to prey, her owner, or the many ignorant people that call themselves “civilians of Gotham”.

She had a steel-like quality that exuded interest without being over-done. He greeted her with a warm handshake; Mercy had already taken her baggage and promptly walked to the limo to set things up. “Good afternoon.” Lex took her hand and kissed it, brief but full of power "Ms. Kyle-Pleasure to finally meet you. Think of this as a time to expand your horizons on what you know about investments.” Such a tease and a certain truth left Lex’s lips, after a crispy flash of his perfect white sterling teeth. Ms. Kyle was an elegant woman, who likely keeps her most important plans closer to the heart.

The warm and gentle breeze flattered Lex, Metropolis was seeing its new queen. A queen that would make Gotham regret ever competing against Metropolis. So much of competition was about knowing the friends and the enemies, and specializing in using both to achieve victory and set up for failure.

Every partner or investment had the ability to be trustful and useful, much like a friend, and every enemy had a part that could be gained that maximized experience or flashy talent. Lex had been through both friend and foe, which was obvious since he was the premier mogul of Metropolis; much like Bruce Wayne being the “Prince of Gotham” (What a disgusting attribute given to a rich kid who used his parents’ money and mark to create a company that simply worked to help a city that is incurable of its disease). He didn’t want to engage in simple conversation, but this woman was an exception to such a rule, “How was your flight, Ms. Kyle? I trust that the flight crew and attendants were well mannered and serviceable to you.” Of course they were. They were getting a bigger bonus for making a trip, but the team had experience on their side as well.

This crew had travelled to Iran, Saudi Arabia, Russia, North Korea, China, Egypt, Guatemala, Honduras, Prague, and even Iceland. This was an accomplished and well trained staff equipped to make any thoughts or motions into activities that would work. Like the restaurant business, the owner/customer is ALWAYS right, make that Double Always when being employed by Lex Luthor.

The limo pulled up to the hotel, which had been somewhat sparse. A few months ago, many of the workers, specifically janitorial staff and communication officers were on a strike. They were getting paid minimum wage at a five-star hotel, little medical benefits, and living in a high stress condition. Their biggest mistake was complaining to Luthor as well as to their unions. However, seeing as how he could break the strike as well as gain the workers to go back to working, Lex made an arrangement with them.

His lawyers and the board that ran the hotel, would devise a new contract for an increase in pay and a decent increase in medical insurance. The twist was that such workers accepting the compact would give up the right to solicit hateful comments about Mr. Luthor, LexCorp, and the Vera Hotel. Consequently many of the workers agreed, some people were let go in order to hire better workers, the unions were shuttered into silence, and all ended perfectly. His eyes flicker to Ms. Kyle again, absorbing her ticks and mannerisms, this meeting would not require such a use of tactics.

After arriving at the Vera Hotel, Mercy called someone to check on the room, after a brief few minutes the consultant came down and nodded to Mercy who said in a flashy but cold temper, “You're suite is ready, Ms. Kyle.” The ride from the elevator to the private suite was spacious. The Vera Hotel had been gutted and rebuilt by the city, using some of Luthor’s contacts to buy the hotel and privately re-design parts of it. The private suite level had a custom wine seller of the priciest wines: beautiful flowers, an electronic key, a breathtaking view of the city, a balcony, ritzy couches and furniture, a portable hot-tub, and some of the comfiest beds in the entire United States. Yes, Mr. Luthor made fabulous trips and decisions with his money.

This was to impress her, and oddly enough he was impressed himself. He spoke again, knowing that she was taking this all in (only now they were at her door, which Mercy promptly swiped and opened) “How have you been Ms. Kyle. Stressed or perfectly resigned and interested in recent affairs, much recent ones.” With that he walked into the gorgeous room. Red wallpaper, green tiles and purple lights. This was romantic and professional all at once. A sign that whoever had this room was in for a special set of events.

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To say she was treated like a queen on the shorter flight would be an understatement. Champagne, flowers, a personal attendant, movies, you name it, it was offered to her. Selina had finally settled in the luxurious reclining chair with her tablet, a flute of bubbly, and a small snack of caviar and crisps. Before her glass was even approaching half gone, the steward was there offering to refresh her glass. Which she allowed once. No point in being overtly tipsy when Lex met her. But it all was curious, and her searches through the public, and her own private data-banks was bringing up nothing. Hm.


Even as she was offered a warm towel for her face and hands before the flight landed, she had to smile. So much luxury, so much ego. But whatever he was planning was seeming to emulate a certain other man she knew, no doubt. As the jet landed with nary a bump, or jerk, Selina was helped from her seat, and down the few stairs to where the man of the hour was awaiting her. As she smiled, not a hair out of place, she had to greet him with a dazzling smile, and a kiss to his cheek after he'd taken her hand and greeted her in kind. "Mr. Luthor. Please call me Selina," she started, her voice a warm purr. "And good afternoon to you as well. The flight was relaxing, the crew reflective of your own immaculate tastes and discipline. And it's good to see you in the flesh, finally, instead of just on tv, or in newsprint, you know." Winking, she takes up his offer of a proffered arm as they walk the tarmac to the waiting limo, which is just as impressive as the aircraft was.

"Investments. I do like to discuss those sort of transactions, even though security is more more forte, Lex. You of all people should be aware of that." She teased, offering him a demure smile and a light laugh. He was buttering her up, but for what, she had no idea at the moment. As the short trip to the hotel closed, he once again offered her a hand, her luggage already going ahead of them to her rooms. Suite, to be in fact.

"Thank you, Lex." was her demure response, eyes taking in most of the architecture, art, and general set up of the lobby, elevators, and finally her own quarters. Her eyes went wide when they were finally at the top; something akin to a penthouse suite, with not only a master bedroom, but adjoining bedrooms, a kitchen, wine cellar (amazing), and balconies. The only thing that was not quite to her liking was the electronic key, but hell. She was here for business, not for pleasure.

Even the color scheme was exquisite, though interesting. Rich walls, and tile. Even though she would have gone with one color, or the other, and creme, it was still lovely. Slipping her arm from his, she had nodded and smiled to Mercy, acknowledging the woman before she walked to the welcoming bottle of wine. "To us, Mr. Luthor. and to ..whatever you're about to propose to me, as well," she said, a twinkling in her eye, and a certain lightness to her play on words. The fact she was quite known in Gotham was not lost on her, or him, it seemed.

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Mercy quickly put Selina’s suitcase and bags in her room before whispering something to Lex and leaving. He nabbed a sparking glass that was sitting on a table. Lex smiled as he popped the champagne bottle. What a delight it was to have her ensnarled in this room. Her beauty, her grace, her form exuded confidence and pleasure. Lex felt a tingling sensation on his tongue as he poured two glasses. He holds onto her drink as the contents of his personal glass quickly vanish, like a mailman who is too good at his job. He promptly eyed the door , unsure if he should expect Mercy to come back in or for an unexpected surprise. Either way he would have no pleasure in dealing with such an event. With that out of his mind, he sits down in a velvet,plush chair.

The room is clean and the smell is authentic. He hands her the glass, and crisply begins making his plan known to her, “Selina, I first wanted to thank you for accepting my offer to spend the weekend here in Metropolis. You’re interest and aura in dealing with my offer and the reputation that the name “Luthor” brings to the table, finalized why I have circled your name.” He was being deceitful only as tool of humor and good intentions. Yes, she was a known businesswoman in a “city” that had needed more work done than a bomb-blasted bunker. However she had been profiting from her small- organized security firm. She canvassed a whole new image of a potential partner (politically and economically speaking).

“Gotham City- as usual- is beginning to trip over it’s own shoelaces, which have extended and connected to places that are dangerous and offensive. Economically speaking, it’s businesses are set up for failure due to the nature of the monopoly –like stranglehold that Wayne Enterprises has. But, you are not here to be lectured about the life lessons or… political interests of an ever-uneasy wreck of a city.” He paused and poured himself another glass and motioned for her to sit down. “Some investigators of mine have recently found and taken notice that the mental institutions of Gotham and some in Metropolis are in critical need for major advancements… Security for these facilities is not updated. Despite what Wayne Enterprises has done to Arkham Asylum..” He takes out a tablet and begins opening up the review and recommendations from his investigators and hands it to Selina, “The security mainframe has not been improved, rather it has been cleared and wiped.” His hands intertwined and he leaned forward, ever so close to delivering the real message to her, “I am putting together a fund for the mental institutes around Gotham and Metropolis. This fund will be around thirty million dollars. Each institute will get an equal amount of money to allocate resources to rebuild or redesign.” He licked his lips before saying, “ I want Black Cat Industries, better yet… I think you must be at the forefront of his overhaul.”

She was the perfect candidate for it: such a job would mean more contacts for her, better business for LexCorp, and a step closer for some smaller “confidential” projects to be carried out. Like every boss, one looks for the employee who will work harder, absorb the material, and rise above his cohorts to victory. Lex was one, Selina would be another. Taking this job would likely exponentially mean that Lex would be a major force in Gotham.” He put his feet forward, and took off his suit jacket revealing a white shirt and his cummerbund. “What do you think, Selina”

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Luxury was not spared in this room. It's rich colors, the champagne, Lex was looking to impress her. And more than likely he knew of her own, well, companions in Gotham, and was looking to best them. With a smile, she observed him open the bottle, and gingerly took the chilled glass, the light glinting off her newly gifted emerald ring. As he downed his own glass rather quickly, she hid her reaction, taking a sip of the liquid while she listened, nodding in turn, as she goes to take in the view of one of the large, nearly floor to ceiling windows.

While Metropolis is no Gotham, it's still an impressive city. And while Luthor is spilling platitudes at her, showering her with flattery, she has to smile, finally turning and meeting him face to face. "I'm quite honored to have been extended the offer, Lex. I'm guessing it's not every day that someone in an entirely different city is extended, well, this," she waves a hand around the room, her hand devoid of her champagne flute lightly resting on his chest for a moment. "There must have been some allure to my own status and name that would have you choose me," she demures, taking a slow sip of her own glass as he continues to trash on her city.

While she has to agree there are a few hiccups, she can't quite disagree, either. Each city has it's own boons and setbacks. But for as much as he is saying, there is much, much more subtext in his words that she is hearing louder than he is even saying. Lex Luthor, of all people, has to be aware of her standing with Bruce Wayne. They're photographed together, they're seen frequently in business, and pleasure. If he's the reigning Prince of Gotham, with her own company, and social standing, she's soon to be the Princess. And Lex is looking to profit from that.

Smiling, her eyes take on a lightly faraway look for a moment. "I do agree that Bruce could be funneling Wayne Enterprises in better ways. But you read the papers, see the news. He's more often than not 'occupied.' And quite too busy to be in attendance at meetings." She states with a glimmer of disdain. As Lex indulges in another glass, she makes a note. Arkham. Now if that isn't a shitstorm in need of help, she doesn't know what is. At the mention of his plan, a smile toys on her lips, a twinkle of a laugh breaking her silence. Her? Revamp the security at Arkham? If only he knew what he was asking. If only he knew.

"You are a brilliant man, you know that. I think if you were to have asked Wayne Enterprises to do this, it would have been sidelined for years, when the need and necessity of it is a much needed improvement. As for my own company? I do like to believe the size and integrity allow me to be on task to those projects that arise with urgency." It didn't matter she would be in the limelight, or that it would draw more attention to her company. She was still able to take, or deny any project that was offered to her. But to revamp Arkham...it was something that needed to be done, but it would allow her...a certain angle to the entire facility as well.

Setting aside her flute of champagne, Selina takes the tablet, and starts to scan the in-depth information. "I can see you've done your research. Quite impressive. But what if the project needs more, or even less funding for the overhaul? How will that variable be handled?" She asks him curiously, before going back to the tablet and perusing a few other reviews within.

"If I could, I'd love to go over this information; the reviews, the investors, the quotes, a bit more in-depth later on." But as he is confidently awaiting her yea, or nay, she smiles at him, setting aside the tablet. "As much as I want to say yes, right here, right now, Lex, I want to make sure this is something I can do, that I am able to confidently do for you. Otherwise, it'd be a ruinous expense for you; an utterly wasted investment in a city that you could serve to have a foothold in, especially if you're looking to give Wayne Enterprises a run for it's money." She adds coyly, a wink added.

"It shouldn't take me too long, possibly we could meet up over dinner for me to ask more questions? And if it were this simple, I doubt you'd have had me flown out here, in such splendid accommodations."

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Luthor eagerly listens to her first statement with ease and gives a glimmering but conservative smile. She should be honored, for he knows that she is an investment that is still worth investing. Lex luthor does not extend such an offer showered with gifts (some of which are priceless) for a potential business partner. Like the Ivy leagues, Luthor knows what he wants and when he sees potential he “acting as the invisible hand” guides the buyer, potential business partner, or interested consumer into purchasing what he offers: training, a high salary paying job, a division in Lex Corp, etc. Her eyes are glimmering as she talks. More sensual than that are her lips which do not have saliva but are perfectly composed with her thoughts. Each syllable rings off her mouth, as a singer singing to a lonely man who has lost everything, but who is now totally stunned by her sexuality. Yes, this was woman who had the ability to make men want her… But would it work on a god? That he would have to investigate. He doesn’t answer her next statement but instead judges her physicality.

She’s strong and adept at making herself comfortable. Her agreement on Lex’s judgement of Wayne Enterprises is pitch-perfect. Even a gothamite, a well respected yet new businesswoman who has had great success, deems that the biggest empire in Gotham has failed at a crucial task of rebuilding their own health systems. But she defends him… it’s obvious that she respects him as a businessman (her choice, not Lex’s). Yet, in Luthor’s mind that doesn’t excuse Wayne of having too much power for his own good. The man sits atop of a mountain, ruling the less fortunate, and punishing those that defy him and spawn of a company. Wayne was in for a rude awakening.

He looks into her eyes again and knows that he has tamed the feline. But he must further supply her with some more necessary information that will fill her dreams with powerful gold. He replies in a cool fashion, hoping to understand that he has more, “That variable shall be handled in time.” When she mentions the thought of dinner, he once again smiles and feels the material of the chair before standing up. “A talent for Telepathy, that wasn’t in your file. Or maybe it’s just agreeable intuition that has made you successful in working with others. Either way we shall certainly find out over a warm meal."

Luthor picked up his cell-phone and dialed Mercy’s number, “Mercy? Yes, I want you to call Strawn, tell him that we shall eat here” He twiddles his thumbs and walks to the windows that show the awe-inspiring view of the breathtaking city. “We’ll have a three course meal. Oysters, Pasta in Vodka sauce, then a special desert… His best recipe” Luthor’s eyes lit up, “Apple Pie”. Mercy answered with a yes sir and then asked if they needed anything, “No not at the moment, but if you could have Stefani bring a tablecloth, the one from Spain, and the expensive silverware from the restuartant. That would be lovely… Oh and call Arnold, I want him to come play piano for us at dinner while we eat. Tell him to play some new age Jazz.” The clicked off and then looked at Selina, thinking of dinner and thinking of what would come next.

The time was eight of clock at night, the sun was beginning to go down and lit up the sky in a hazy aquamarine color. It was beautiful and refreshing to know that his city… His city had it all. The table was perfectly made, Stefani had been paid by the doorman and the silverware was exquisitely sharp. He liked sharp objects, to admire and to use. Patrick Strawn was a personal chef of Luthors. He was in his early forties, strongly built, blonde-brown curly hair, and an eye for flavor and excitement. It helped that he was a great chef, but even better that he enjoyed the company of Luthor: Personally and financially of course. The kitchen in Selina’s apartment, while not near the perfection or state of the art of a real kitchen, was equipped for such a small and private meal.

The spring of the fire and the mixing of the drinks and food happened in record time. Patrick had brought some waiters of his restaurant to come and serve them. The first course was Oysters. These oysters had been caught by a local company. Salty and briny, they melted in Luthor"s mouth. They were sitting at a small table, the tablecloth was blue with red outlines (real fabric), and he continually made sure that Selina felt at home. Arnold entered the room and introduced himself, kissing Selina’s hand and shaking Luthor’s core hand. Arnold began by playing two scales and then jumping to some slow jazz.

It fit the mood, it was cool and then it was hot… it simmered and then it was dry. It was the perfect background to discuss business. Luthor had finished his part of the oysters, the pasta was close to being done, and he interjected. “I’m so very happy that you took the opportunity to come here. In a way, this could be a temporary home. If you are stressed, if you need to escape, if you are in danger or if you fear for your life- this can be that. This is a safehouse. The beach isn’t far from here.” He took Selina’s hand and kissed it before speaking again, “I know that this may seem too much, but I want you to feel comfortable. I want you to know that someone is deeply interested in your affairs, personal and business related.” He begins the shift to her personal life, “Reading a file is not the same as face to face communication. How has your personal life been.” He waiting a moment and then put his hand up to her as a sort of warning, “And don’t be afraid of censoring yourself. I’d much rather hear you speaking informally.”

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She chuckles slightly at that comment. "Telepathy. Pfft. I just trust my good intuition, Mr. Luthor. And even if I did have that keen skill, I doubt it would be documented anywhere." Before she stands, he's already on his feet, ordering what seems to be a sumptuous, in-suite catered meal by a personal chef. My my, he certainly is pulling out all the stops to impress her. Which, she might agree, is working. Even though throwing money at her isn't the most suave approach, it is certainly telling of his wealth, and how far he will go to make someone comfortable; or to encourage them to accept a working partnership. It's not that she isn't going to accept it, it's just that she's quite thorough in her details, and wants to do a bit of fact checking before doing anything official. Lex Luthor has a reputation, and she doesn't want to fall on the wrong side of him.

But she is quite impressed with what he is setting up for them. As his phone is shut off, she stands, setting aside the tablet for the moment, her hand on his arm halting him before he leaves her. "Is this alright to wear, or are you planning on something more formal? Casual?" She asks of him, a smile on her lips. As he responds, she lights up again, nodding and thinking over the decision. She'll have time before dinner to fuss over picking out something, right now she has to go over the details he has presented her, and fit all the pieces together, as she trusts he's only given her a few of them to entice her.

Once a quarter to eight rolls around, Selina finally extracts herself from the sofa where she had set up her makeshift desk. A few papers are strewn about, a paper notepad, her own tablet and laptop, her cellphone and earpiece, and the wealth of information Lex has presented her. He has a pretty strong case for what he's doing in all the cities, but the bottom line funding is what is irking her. Arkham honestly hasn't had an update in anything lately; be it manpower, or their programming, or security. While she can pull together something to encompass those three pillars, it may surpass the amount of money he's willing to offer. If not, she may end up donating it herself, because, well, Arkham needs to retain it's tenants, or at least rehabilitate them, not continue to let them escape.

So as she finally stands, mindful of not knocking aside her work, she stretches carefully, rising on the balls of her feet. She'd changed out of her dress, hanging it before slipping into something more comfortable; a pair of slim-fitted yoga pants and a soft sweatshirt. It took little time for her to strip off both items and slip back into her dress, a quick retouch of her face in the luxurous bathroom, and a fixing of her hair before she was ready for everything. And just in time, too, as she opened the door to the waitstaff, and so forth.

As the meal was cooked, Selina lingered, watching the man concoct the meal, a smattering of questions asked as she watched. Soonly enough Lex came beside her, luring her back to the table while their first course was plated, and brought to them. As he had offered her a chair, and finally sat, Selina smiled. He was a consumate gentleman, and she appreciated that. The intimate setting within the suite was a nice touch, she had to admit as she savored the taste of the freshly caught oysters. "This is fantastic, Lex. I haven't had this sort of indulgence in a while.." she murmured, the music the perfect compliment to, well, everything.

"That's quite an offer, I ...don't know what to say." She wanted to narrow her eyes at him, instead blinking them slowly. He really had done his research if he was mentioning a beach. She did love the water, a trait that those who knew her 'other' side would laugh at. But as for the suite being a safehouse; well, that was utterly laughable. No doubt he had it wired, rigged, and safe to only him, and him alone. As he gently took her hand and kissed it, she smiled softly, blushing at the action. If he wasn't woo'ing her for a working relationship, she would have thought otherwise. He was an enviable businessman, and nothing, should ever be taken lightly. She also guessed that he was a keen chess opponent, no doubt.

"Oh, trust me. You've made me almost more comfortable than my own home. All that is really missing is Jasper, you know." Laughing again, her hand still resting in his own. "And if we are to be working together, that makes perfect sense. Even though I hate to admit at this point, my work has become my mistress. I won't say that there haven't been dates, but...nothing concrete, sadly. I guess I've just become quite invested in my company, and this project....will squeeze out what little interests there were. No man is going to want to be with a woman that is pouring over work in bed, now are they?" She offered another tiny insight into her life as she angled her body toward him. "I did pour over that tablet you gave me. And I do admit, you've done your research. Have you spoken with Jeremiah Arkham yet on the topic? And also, ...I have good, and bad news for my involvement." She paused, her eyes locking to his.

"I not only think this task can be done, but believe it can. But you can't just think of revamping the security. It needs to be tri-fold. Arkham's facilities need...a bit more. I was going to propose a tri-fold revamping; in security personel and their training, in a sort of rehabilitation program, as well as the security features, that encompassing the cameras, the programming, and all of that which is electronic. By focusing on the manpower, programming, and security, they would not only be successful now in keeping those in and preventing escapes, but later, in releasing those that are rehabilitated back into society, while reducing re-admissions." She took a breath, excited at the prospects. "The only downside is that that tri-fold improvement program may surpass the allotment of funds you had proposed. Which my own company would be willing to donate, if need be, in finances, or even time." She had an inkling he may wave that off, seeing it as an insult to his estate. But either way, she liked what he was thinking of venturing on, and he'd been smart to take her on as a consulting mind.

"Forgive me, though. You asked about my personal life, and while I haven't gone much into depth, I hope you don't blame me. You've offered me ...such an opportunity, that it's distracted me." Selina adds, her excitement palpatable in her words. "And this...looks amazing." She states, their main course set before them, still steaming as it's presented by Patrick, and his waitstaff.

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Luthor gently took a glass of champagne to his lips as she began talking. She continues to surprise him in the most expected ways. She’s attractive and intelligent in the way she talks. She know how to keep a man’s attention and likely the attention of the crowd. She knows what she wants (or atleast is so stunned in this instance that she does) and she knows how to work herself around an obstacle. Some of his employees could learn many lessons from observing her. He interjects before she switches from her personal life to the objective, “Please call me Lex”. He gleamed at her. This was what a true woman is. A shining, crowning example of power and finesse trapped in a peak shape body. When she mentions Jeremiah Arkham he looks down at the main meal for the first time. It isn’t that he doesn’t despise the man, but he feels that the food should be eaten quicker before talk of the “controversial” doctor is around. The pasta was aldente, not too soft and not to hard… The perfect service that he could expect from his waistaff.

Not to mention, that such a meal would cost around $700 dollars. Such a small price to pay. Luthor would be sure to give them double tips as well. They deserve it. The one thing that he respects is supreme effort to accomplish the task. Such is the task as he finishes eating to look at her smile as she speak fluidly. Gotham was indeed a dark place, but such light in the woman made him think that there was a glimmer of hope. A glimmer in the sense of appearing at certain times. However, apparently she was still on the cusp of being a major force in Gotham. The people need to know her name, if not in Gotham than most definitely in Metropolis. Her talk about a tri-fold environment fills his ears with a mix of attention.

She was revamping his initial plan… he let her continue to see where her thoughts would lead her. When she finished, he let out a laugh that was sigh of relief and humility, “Selina, you’ve undoubtedly impressed me. The words that you’ve chosen, they way you have formed your thoughts is pure… bliss. They don’t teach that skill at business skill. No..” He paused and finished his drink, just as a waiter began refilling it, “That is a skill earned by the harshest of circumstances. You’ve made your plan clear and I like a woman who takes large risks- especially when meeting with one of the biggest and most powerful of people in the entire world that we live in”. She went deeper than Lex when she mentioned the rehabilitation program, but he liked the idea of helping ease the transportation of the mentally ill. "I undoubtedly agree with you on the fact that we must do more than simply dump money on the problem. A tri-fold effort is a grand plan, however it must be executed with efficiency and clarity. Many a time, one will have such a plan, but never really dedicate to it… This is different- it feels Bigger!”

With that last line he got up, the music in the room became a cool and intoxicating jazz piece. He loved it, his body began moving in motion, he held out his hand and as she took it, he felt bliss. He hadn’t felt this relaxed and strong in months. He slid his hand to her waist and began moving to the tempo of the piece. He stared into her emerald eyes. Oh how she was beautiful, and he wondered if she was ever told that she was. To him, she reminded him of the girl in class who’s looks were downplayed, who believed that she wasn’t worth anything, and unlike the bullies in the class, she was worth everything… More than she knows. He imagined that she had been with many men, some who can be “compared” to Lex. They likely let her down, didn’t have time to take her to the movies or to buy her jewelry. They didn’t have substance, and unlike the way Lex has been portrayed… He did have substance. He had a heart of gold amidst his diamond like shield. His mother knew that and would use that to get what she needed or “what the family needed”.

“Selina, I’m sure that many many men have said this, but I want you to know that… you are special. I’m not here to flatter you, you’ve surpassed my initial judgements, you're making progress with our plans, you seem so right for this situation, and so wrong for the others.” He was gentle with his hand, he wanted to be the man that she dreamed of, and the man that she needed. Of course though he doesn’t want to scare her off, but at this point in time that seems unlikely. Lex has an ability to understand others, that doesn’t stop him from judging them, but Selina seems too precious to judge. She has survived hardship that is clear, she’s been dedicating herself to work because that fills her, it gives her joy in her life full of achievement and disappointment. They continue dancing and he is now eliciting a warm embrace, a type of aura that is pleasing to all the senses, romantically and intellectually speaking. The tempo slows down now, he spins her around, and then goes near the window. The city has it’s annual fireworks night tonight. Full of shimmering glare. This could be her city if she wanted it to be, this could be theirs.

The music began to end and the man tipped his hat and waved goodbye. His check would be mailed very soon. There was a balcony, not very large, but a haven for private moments. He took her hand and led her to the tip of the balcony, the city was ablaze in joy. “Funding won’t be an issue with Metrotham. There will be a gala in one of the museums in Metropolis to raise additional funds. Elite members of Gotham and Metropolis will be in accordance, with dates, as well as the staff of Arkham who wish to go.” He waited for a bit, and then began trailing into a memory of his. “Before all this wealth, before the fancy suits, and the mountains of contacts and powers that I have now, I was different. I believed that I wasn’t good enough, my Mother and I lived in a house in the central parts of Metropolis. Metropolis was a different city eighteen years ago. It was dirtier, crime was everywhere, and the people were harsher, afraid to go outside and live.” He was feeling a moment of sadness at a time when he was solidifying his position as The Global Leader in Business. “We would take long walks and on Sundays go to the soup kitchen and feed the homeless… And instead of feeling proud and happy. I felt angry, angry that these people had nothing. That they couldn’t buy clothes, or toys for their nephews and sons. Angry that there morals were confided in rag-y clothes and dark purple marks underneath their eyelids.” He stopped and sighed, letting it all out. “My mother wanted me to see that people were less fortunate, and that morals can be destroyed and forgotten if that’s all you have” He brought the conversation back, “Never again I said will I go through the experiences of the homeless. I will work harder than God himself to establish myself…. People don’t understand that. They think that the rich and the powerful are born cold to selfish bastards of bitches… But that isn’t so.. it isn’t so” He looked down and closed his eyes for a bit, his hand near Selina’s just resting, but waiting for her hand.

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Nodding, she takes note of what to call him for her next reference. No more Mr. Luthor, but Lex. She raises a brow as he is quite impressed with her words, and he starts pouring on the compliments. Sadly, it's not the first time she's been lauded by someone. Especially a man, single, and who wields quite a bit of power. So while they finish their meal, and she sips on her wine as he speaks in turn, she smiles demurely to his compliments.

"Thank you, Lex," she intones, before setting aside her wine glass and nodding. "I appreciate your compliments, and your notice of my own perchance to detail. I learned all of this, I guess, in life. Some are more made for this profession than others, one could say. Sink, swim, or float. I'd rather watch, and direct in some avenues. And while I still hate to go above and beyond your original bid for this venture, I do believe the Asylum deserves this." Smiling warmly, she continues. "And hopefully, we can have myself, and the Doctor to meet, and soon, if I am going to be frontlining, as well as spearheading this venture, of course, with your blessing."

She'd be dumb if she didn't see what he was trying to do; shaft, and shame Wayne. especially his entire corportation, pointing the finger at Gotham's golden-child, and bring about the questions of why isn't someone as lucky as him helping his own? Either way, Selina kept her head about her, and her mind on the project.

As soon as their meal ended, Lex was up, and pulled her into a lovely dance. She'd never had the chance to experience his dancing prowess, and she could only think that this ..benefit he was speaking about would showcase not only himself, but her on his arm. A smile worked at the edges of her mouth; he was a coy planner, working all of the details into everything. No doubt each move of this night, even, was perfectly executed in his mind. In his arms, as they circled about the room before the pianist left, she had to blush, his words, as always, seeking response.

"Oh Lex, yes I have. And they're no less impressive coming from you, and on a first meeting, either. If it's alright, and not that it really needed hard confirmation, but I'm on board with this. I already have my initial steps foward sent to my assistant. I didn't think you'd mind.." She'd murmur, his words causing her to think. "You were keen to pick me for this venture..but what do you mean, wrong for others? Are you speaking of other plans, companies? I'm a bit confused. Especially as seeing I do quite a bit of consulting, so I am able to reject projects as I see fit..." she let the words trail indefinitely.

As they shifted to the balcony, she had to admire the view. While it wasn't home for her, it was still quite impressive, as Metropolis was a shiny, warmer version of her rather dark, Gothic, Gotham. Watching twinkling lights here and there, her mind was attentive to what he was speaking on. "A gala? What a good idea to bring everyone together. You're doing a good job to bring together not only those who will possibly donate, but the heart of the venture; the staff of Arkham. I love the idea!" She did have to wonder and fret, even if superficially, about the gala, her hands wringing slightly. "I may have to find an appropriate date, and of course, gown and accouterments." She thought aloud before he started to tell a story, no...retell a memory. Not to interrupt him, she thought back to her own...interrupted start in life. Not that anyone would ever know such finite details, as she'd made sure to obscure that unless it was heard by her own lips.

"Your mother is a wise woman." She'd add quietly, her own hand not moving as he seemed to be living through some strong emotion as he finished his story, and seemed to show his heart for his own city.