The first time they met, Clark saved Lex’s life. Lex still hasn’t forgiven him. “I was just testing my bed,” he says. “For springiness.” “Falling. Falling off your bed. You’d have-” “Broken my neck if you hadn’t caught me, I know." Lex chalks another spidery sum onto the wall above his desk. "Trust me to get the roommate with a savior complex.” Clark snorts behind 'Journalism: A History.' “*You* collapsed into *my* arms. Don’t pretend you didn’t like it either, genius.” Lex laughs, balances his equation, and falls backwards off his chair. Clark kicks the door shut and catches him.

So, if Tim Drake had been trained/raised by Smallville-verse Lex Luthor instead of Batman? It would totally go like this.

In which Metropolis stays weird. sequel to: Conflicts of Interest