Attack of Luthor!

Abandoned factory, the only sound was the faint hum of Iron Man's suit as Alexander Stark cautiously surveyed the scene. The dim lighting cast long shadows on the rusted machinery and crumbling walls around him.

Iron Man: (quietly) Jarvis, scan the area. Anything suspicious?Jarvis: (calmly) Scanning, sir... no unusual heat signatures or life forms detected. It appears the factory is abandoned, just as we suspected.Alexander frowned inside his helmet, puzzled.Iron Man: (thinking aloud) Then why does it feel like something's off here? What happened in this place?Just as the thought crossed his mind, Jarvis's voice cut through with sudden urgency.Jarvis: (alert) Sir, something is approaching. Rapidly.Iron Man: (surprised) What?Before Alexander could fully react, a deafening crash echoed through the factory as he was hit by a powerful force. The impact sent him flying across the room, smashing into a pile of old metal crates. His HUD flickered as he struggled to regain his bearings. From the dust and debris emerged a towering figure in a bulky green and purple or green armor Lex Luthor, smirking inside his armor.Lex Luthor: (mockingly) Did you really think I wouldn't find out who you are, Stark? I've known for a long time.Iron Man: (stunned) Impossible...Iron Man struggled to get up, the force of the ambush still rattling his systems. He looked up at Luthor, his suit still crackling with energy from the impact.Lex Luthor: (with a smirk) Behold, Stark the Lexorian Warsuit. Designed specifically for one purpose to destroy you, and everything you stand for.Luthor began to explain the intricacies of his armor, the way it was designed to counter every capability of Iron Man's suit. His words were filled with confidence, taunting Alexander as he stood there.Lex Luthor: (proudly) It's a technological marvel, Stark. Built to neutralize every advantage your little toy gives you.Not one to waste time, Alexander lifted his hand, aiming his repulsor beam at Luthor and fired. But Luthor, quick in his Lexorian Warsuit, dodged effortlessly, leaping into the air with surprising agility for such a massive suit. He landed with a heavy stomp, the ground shaking beneath him as he drove his armored foot into Iron Man's chest, pinning him down.Lex Luthor: (taunting) You see, Stark? Even with all your genius, all your technology, you're still just a man in a tin can.With a forceful kick, Luthor sent Iron Man crashing into a nearby wall, the impact sending cracks through the concrete. The factory trembled from the sheer force of the blow as Alexander struggled to pull himself out of the rubble, alarms blaring in his suit as diagnostics warned him of system damage.Iron Man: (gritting his teeth) You're underestimating me, Luthor... big mistake.Lex Luthor: (laughing) We'll see about that, Stark. We'll see.-Meanwhile-The sleek, black Wayne family car sped smoothly down the sunny streets of Los Angeles, glinting in the afternoon light as Alfred drove with his usual composed demeanor. In the backseat, young Dick Grayson shifted excitedly, unable to contain his energy.Dick: (eagerly) Are we really going to meet Uncle Alex, Alfred?Alfred glanced at Dick through the rearview mirror, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.Alfred: (calmly) Yes, Master Dick. We're nearly there. We've just arrived in Los Angeles, California.Dick's eyes lit up as he pressed his face against the window, staring at the bustling cityscape with wide eyes.Dick: (excited) Wow, California's so different from Gotham! Look at all the palm trees!Alfred: (with a nod) Quite different indeed, sir. Much sunnier, I must say.As they turned a corner, the skyline shifted, and Stark Industries Tower came into view — its sleek, futuristic design towering over the other buildings in the distance. Dick's excitement hit its peak when he saw the iconic building.Dick: (pointing) There it is! Stark Industries! Uncle Alex's tower!Alfred: (glancing up at the tower) Quite so, Master Dick. Mr. Stark is expecting us.The car pulled into the entrance of Stark Industries, the imposing tower casting a long shadow over them. Alfred parked the car, and Dick practically bounced out of the seat, brimming with anticipation.Alfred: (with a chuckle) Steady on now. No need to rush.Dick: (grinning) I can't wait to see him!Alfred smiled at the boy's enthusiasm as he led the way toward the entrance of the tower, where they would soon meet with Alexander Stark.Dick: (politely) Excuse me, is Uncle Alex here? I mean... Mr. Stark?The secretary looked up, smiling at the boy's enthusiasm. She glanced at her schedule and then shook her head gently.Secretary: (apologetically) I'm sorry, young man, but Mr. Stark isn't here at the moment. He's out on an important assignment.Dick's face fell slightly, disappointment flickering in his eyes.Dick: (disappointed) Oh... I was really hoping to see him.The secretary noticed his change in demeanor and leaned forward, her tone soft and reassuring.Secretary: (kindly) He's a very busy man, but I'm sure he'd be thrilled to know you came by. How about I leave him a message for you?Dick: (brightening up a little) Yeah, that would be great! Can you tell him that Dick Grayson came by and really wants to show him something cool?The secretary chuckled, nodding as she quickly typed the message into her computer.Secretary: (smiling) Done. I'll make sure Mr. Stark gets the message as soon as he's back.Alfred, standing nearby, gave Dick a gentle pat on the shoulder.Alfred: (calmly) Patience, Master Dick. I'm certain Mr. Stark will reach out as soon as he's able.Dick: (sighing but nodding) Yeah... I hope so.-Back to Iron-Man-Iron Man struggled to keep up, his own armor taking heavy damage. Inside the suit, Alexander was panting, trying to think of a strategy to turn the tide. But Lex's brutal efficiency with his armor left little room for Iron Man to recover.Jarvis: (warning tone) Sir, the repulsor systems are malfunctioning. The damage to your suit's left side is severe. I'm afraid the boot thrusters are also compromised.Iron Man: (gritting his teeth) Damn it, Jarvis. Give me options!As Iron Man tried to fire a repulsor blast, nothing happened. He glanced at his HUD, which flickered and displayed error messages across the screen. He cursed under his breath. Lex took advantage of the momentary hesitation and charged forward, delivering another powerful blow to Iron Man's side, sending him crashing through a wall.Jarvis: (calm but urgent) Sir, escape is no longer viable. Flight capabilities are offline.Iron Man: (frustrated) Not the news I wanted, Jarvis!Lex Luthor, standing tall and confident in his warsuit, sneered at Iron Man as he approached.Lex Luthor: (mocking) Did you really think you could hide from me, Stark? I know exactly who you are. I've been waiting for this moment.Iron Man: (struggling to stand) Impossible... No!Before Iron Man could gather his strength, Lex seized him by the chest plate and lifted him high into the air. With a sinister grin, Lex brought Iron Man down hard onto his knee, aiming straight for the spine of the armor.A sickening crack echoed through the factory as Iron Man's suit malfunctioned, sparks flying from the impact.Jarvis: (alarming) Major structural damage detected! Suit integrity is failing.Alexander groaned in pain as his HUD flickered uncontrollably. The suit's systems were shutting down one by one. Lex Luthor tossed Iron Man aside like a broken toy, standing over him triumphantly.Lex Luthor: (coldly) This is the end for you, Stark. Your suit is worthless. You're nothing without it.Iron Man, barely able to move, struggled to regain control of his failing armor, his breathing ragged as the weight of the began to losing the battle.Lex Luthor: You know, Stark, I once thought we could be friends. Innovators, leaders of industry, changing the world. But you... you took everything from me. Your company eclipsed mine, your fame outshone me at every turn.Iron Man: (weakly) Luthor... you're delusional. You brought this on yourself.Lex Luthor: (gritting his teeth) And then, Bryce Wayne. She was supposed to be mine. My future, my legacy, everything I had planned... but no, you stole her too.Iron Man: (with a pained chuckle) Bryce Wayne never loved you, Luthor. You're just a greedy little kid playing dress-up. You don't even know what love is.Lex Luthor's face contorted with rage, the reminder of Bryce's rejection hitting him hard. He clenched his fists, barely containing his fury.Lex Luthor:(smirking) Is that so?... You want to know a secret, Stark? It was me who ordered Raza to kidnap you. It was me who fired the missile that brought down your plane that day. I've been pulling the strings all along, and you were too blind to see it.Iron Man's eyes widened in shock beneath his cracked helmet. The truth sank in, twisting in his gut like a knife.Iron Man: (stunned) You... you set me up?Lex Luthor: (with a sinister grin) And now, I'm going to end you, once and for all. And after that... I'm going to destroy Superman, and every hero that stands in my way.Before Iron Man could react, Lex Luthor's warsuit charged up, its gauntlet aimed at the factory's rooftop. With a single, devastating blast, the roof collapsed, sending debris crashing down on top of Iron Man. He was buried under the wreckage, his suit sparking and malfunctioning, the weight of the rubble pinning him down.Lex Luthor: (laughing coldly) Goodbye, Stark... And also someone gonna attack you in the company so byeWith a final, triumphant smirk, Lex Luthor flew out of the shattered rooftop, disappearing into the sky, leaving the abandoned factory and the broken Iron Man beneath the wreckage.As Iron Man lay trapped beneath the rubble, his suit flickering and sparking, the cold voice of JARVIS echoed in his helmet.Jarvis: Sir, suit power is critically low. We are down to 3% functionality. If we do not extract you soon, the suit will shut down.Iron Man: (gritting his teeth) Fuck it! Send the Armor MK II to my location. Now!Jarvis: Understood, sir. Initiating emergency retrieval of the MK II suit. Estimated time of arrival: five minutes.As Iron Man struggled to focus, trying to ignore the pain shooting through his body, a soft ping from the suit's audio system caught his attention. A voice message played from one of his secretaries.Secretary (voice recording): Mr. Stark, there was a young boy accompanied by a butler asking for you. They seemed urgent, but I informed them you weren't available at the moment.Iron Man's heart sank, the realization crashing into him. Dick and Alfred they must have gone to Stark Tower. With Lex Luthor out there, they were in danger.Iron Man: (frantic) No, no, no... JARVIS, get me a direct line to Bryce Wayne. Now!Jarvis: Connecting to Miss Bryce Wayne. Secure line active.Iron Man: (into the comms) Bryce, it's Alex. Dick and Alfred they're at Stark Tower. Luthor might be targeting them. You need to get there, now!..Dick sipped his chocolate drink, kicking his feet as he admired the towering building around them.Alfred glanced at his watch. He remained calm, though it was unusual for Mr. Stark to be so delayed.Alfred: (softly) Patience, Master Dick. I'm sure Mr. Stark will return shortly.Suddenly, the peaceful atmosphere was shattered by the sound of gunfire outside. Glass windows exploded as armed terrorists stormed into the lobby, their faces covered, weapons blazing. Chaos erupted as people screamed and ran in every direction, ducking behind furniture for cover.Alfred stood up immediately, grabbing Dick's hand to pull him behind the bench, shielding him from the mayhem.Terrorist: (shouting) Everybody down! Nobody moves!Before Alfred could react further, the doors swung open violently. A tall figure stepped through, his appearance immediately recognizable the menacing Mr. Negative. His aura crackled with dark energy, and his face, split into contrasting shades of white and black, was filled with anger.Mr. Negative: (shouting) Nobody move, or you will suffer! This building belongs to us now!Dick's eyes widened as he peeked over the edge of the bench, his heart racing. Alfred remained composed, though his grip on Dick tightened protectively.Alfred: (whispering) Master Dick, stay low. Don't make a sound.Mr. Negative's dark eyes scanned the lobby, his voice filled with malice.Mr. Negative: (growling) We're looking for someone. Alexander Stark. If anyone knows where he is, speak now, or face the consequences.