"First things first. Superman does not exist here. Not in my company. Not in my building. Not in this office." Luthor gives her an up and down look. "That is the last time this name shall be spoken today. As far as being enemies, look around you." He waves to the area around them.

"I built this. And I will rebuild it. Just like I, and those like Grace are doing as we speak. The person you're looking for, well...he's a destroyer. Metropolis lost a fourth of its urban development, forty-five million dollars in reconstruction costs, and two thousand, four hundred and fifteen of its citizens. Due to a mistake that I made and am paying for every day.

But I am rebuilding. Your Kryptonian, my dear girl. Is not here. He will not be here. Because this is not a place for him. Its one for hope." He gives an involuntary glance at a framed photo on his desk. "But enough about me, and my stance...who are you?"