Dust floated in the air, drifting through the light like living things swimming in water. After hearing Deathstroke's request, Luthor arched one eyebrow with amusement:
"You surely know that while the portable Red Sun Generator is indeed one of my finest creations, its greatest purpose is to deal with the Superman of our world, not replace a microwave for defrosting."
The original Red Sun Generator had been as large as four classrooms. Through relentless research and scientific dedication, Luthor had forcibly reduced it to the size of a suitcase, allowing anyone to restrain Superman without Kryptonite. Calling it a masterpiece was no exaggeration.
Deathstroke smiled as he watched the light reflect off Luthor's bald head. Smart people were prone to overthinking.
"No, Lex, I'm not joking with you. If I wanted to deal with Superman, I wouldn't need any Red Sun. You're worrying too much. You want to play games with Superman? That's your business. I'm not a Justice League member, nor am I one of the Masked Vigilantes."
"I never play games. Scientists are always serious and rigorous; don't confuse me with the Joker." Luthor switched the leg he had crossed over the other and patted the trouser leg over his knee. "I'm not targeting Clark as a person. I'm targeting the phenomenon known as Superman. This is the result of thorough rational consideration."
Su Ming nodded perfunctorily. There was no need to debate this with the bald man, because this guy had his own particular brand of madman logic.
"So, are you lending it to me or not?"
"Ah, that forceful tone of yours is much more pleasant to hear. But with another Harley's help, I successfully developed the Anti-Batman Who Laughs Serum and cured everyone's friends, so I'm even with the righteous heroes."
Luthor crooked a finger