That night, the weather in Gotham turned foul. Tiny raindrops, each no bigger than a grain of rice, merged into a mighty downpour that drenched everyone. The rain forced pedestrians out in Gotham City to open their umbrellas and street vendors to pack up their stalls, making everyone eager to get home as soon as possible...
"Tell me, did you really have to come in person? And did you really have to make me do this under the name of a S.H.I.E.L.D. consultant?"
At the docks in Gotham City, several delivery workers waited quietly in an empty cargo hold beside a LuthorCorp truck, peering through the rain as they waited for people from Wayne Enterprises to arrive with the shipment.
Meanwhile, in the cargo hold of another large truck, Dilos stood before three alloy crates, each big enough to fit two people. Listening to the voice in his earpiece, he shrugged. "Can't be helped, Lex. This time, our opponent is obviously no pushover. Unless I draw them out in person and deal with this trouble, we won't be able to keep getting our hands on these genetic materials. You know my experiments and your orders both need a lot of them, and these delays are causing problems. Besides, if I demonstrate my abilities, you'll have a little more leverage with the bigwigs at S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Fine, you have a point." Lex, on the other end of the earpiece, was at a loss for words, but he still wasn't ready to give up. "But it's raining where you are, isn't it? Even an ordinary person like me can see that the conditions are against you. Have you considered waiting a few days before doing this?"
"Don't worry. I've got my telepathy running the whole time, scanning the area. I'll notice if anything