I thought the subway ride home from work that fateful afternoon would be uneventful at worst. Hiding behind oversized sunglasses and baggy clothing had always done the trick in the past. So when a deranged old man went out of his way to harass me, Luthor’s brash intervention was a welcome safe harbor.
Too little, too late, I sensed something dark beneath Luthor’s rugged good looks and scars deeper than the one pulling at his lip.
I had been naive to assume that he was my hero. All he really wanted was to teach me a twisted lesson, to leave a mark on my flesh and in my psyche I would never forget.
He took my innocence and imploded my safe, hermit existence – and left me feeling alive for the first time in years.