tiredFandom: DC Comics (and... something else)
Prompt: Words #13, vainglory: excessive pride or vain display
Word Count: 116
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me; it's the other way around.
Summary: The big question is always what to do next.
The League was dead. Better than that, it was dead and discredited. And he had done it himself, as he had always known he would. No hired meta assassins, no indirect schemes to needle and distract. Himself.
Lex Luthor walked to his office's wall window, sipping his latte and carefully stepping over the Superman's cooling body.
The world, devoid of the one challenge it had presented him, was already starting to feel more boring.
"I guess I will have to branch into other universes now," he mused to the empty office.
Midnighter smirked to the observation monitor. The huge room's walls were covered with them.
He moved along, looking for an interesting threat to focus on.
