"Spit it out already, Bruce. What do you want?" Luthor demanded, cutting straight to the point with a voice like gravel, unwilling to indulge Bruce's penchant for mind games, his bloodshot eyes narrowing as he gripped the tablet with a force that threatened to crack its sleek casing.
"Come now, Luthor. It's not what I want this time around. It's more like how I want to help you," Bruce replied, his voice smooth and confident, carrying a calculated charm that was designed to pique curiosity. As he expected, his words hooked Luthor's attention, the bait too enticing to ignore in the midst of his dire situation.
