"Put the escape pod in the farmland, disguise it as a crash site, and set some fires and smoke around it."
There was no time to marvel at such a miraculous change. Damian gave Little Superman this order. Of everyone present, Little Superman was the most suited to this sort of task.
Yes, Luthor would gain Super Strength after using the Door Handle too, but handing baby Superman over to him to arrange? Who knew what tricks he might pull.
Damian had kept his eyes on the bald man the whole time, making sure he did not stir up trouble or tamper with baby Superman.
Even if Luthor seemed obedient now, they could not forget what kind of person he was.
Not to mention the sneaky Mister Mxyzptlk nearby. He had basically coasted through the entire battle, using his powers to create toys to fight the enemy, but now his eyes were darting around. They had to watch out for him too.
Superboy-Prime did not hesitate. He walked aside, picked up the escape pod—which was far bigger than he was—and flew off to find a suitable spot.
They needed a place not too far from the road, where starting a fire would not cause a massive blaze. More importantly, it had to be in the Kents' cornfield, so the couple would come investigate.
Luthor had clearly guessed Damian's intentions and knew the boy was still wary of him, but he showed no reaction. It was simple: when he had followed Perpetua before, he really had been wrong.
Proud people often liked to evade their mistakes, but Lex Luthor was different. He was a scientist. Wrong was wrong; it was an objective fact, and he disdained covering it up.
He would just correct it afterward. If others treated you differently because