Lex and you weren’t exclusive, no matter how many hints you would give him about wanting to be. For someone so smart, he was pretty dense when it came to all this romantic stuff, not that you could blame him. He had a hard time believing anyone–let alone you–would want to be with him. His own father didn’t want him, so why would you? No matter how many times you tried to reassure his fears he just wouldn’t budge. Although you hated it, there was one more card you had left to play: make him jealous.
You scoped out the crowd for someone, whether they were good looking or not, to use to your advantage only for someone to come to you instead.
“Y/N Mikaelson,” Bruce Wayne stood in front of you, drink in hand with a smirkish smile, “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I was kind of forced,” You answered, smiling.
He chuckled, “You’re at least having fun, right?”
“Now that you’re here, I am.” That was pretty smooth, Y/N.
He opened his mouth to reply, only to be cut short by another’s voice, “Bruce Wayne.” The person was good-looking with his dorky glasses, black slicked-back hair and a wonderful pair of blue eyes. “Clark Kent, Daily Planet.” He introduced himself, “I was wondering if I could get a quote on the bat vigilante problem in Gotham.”
“I’m a little busy,” Bruce replied, gesturing to you.
Clark took notice you, his pupils dilating in size, “You’re Y/N Mikaelson.You’re in charge of all LexCorp projects.”
“That I am,” You smiled brightly, “And you’re a reporter. I think I’ve read a few of your articles, actually.”
“Care for a drink? I would love to discuss a few things about your boss.”
“Sorry, Y/N and I were in the middle of a conversation,” Bruce answered before you could.
“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind taking a few minutes to answer a few questions, Mr. Wayne.”
Oh. You looked at both men as they shared a glared. You placed a hand on both of their chests, “Boys, boys, we have all night to talk.”
Clark broke his gaze from Bruce’s and looked at you instead with a sheepish smile, opening his mouth to speak only to be silenced by another voice.
“Bruce Wayne meets Clark Kent. I love it!” Here we go, “I love bringing people together!”
Lex moved in between you and the two men, nearly concealing you from them. He gave them one of his signature grins, “You don’t mind if I borrow them, do you?” He didn’t wait for a reply before grabbing your left hand and pulling you away from Bruce and Clark. You gave them a smile and a wave, mouthing a quick sorry as you did so.
Lex took you into a secluded hallway. He let go of your hand and began to pace in front of you. He tugged at his blue tux, the same one you helped pick out for him, and bit his lip. It was clear he was in deep thought which only made you question your plan. Maybe making him jealous wasn’t the best course of actions.
“Lex,” You spoke up after a few minutes of silence, “What’s wrong?”
He stopped pacing. You watched him in anticipation, noticing the way his hands fidgeted ever so slightly as he took deep breaths.
“Most would believe that I suffer from hypopituitarism. Claiming that I’ve never felt love,” He voice shook, his hands still fidgeted, and he wouldn’t look at you, “I beg to differ. It’s too rare of a disease for me to even have. I’ve felt it before; love. Not with dad–no–defiantly not with dad. I never knew mother, so it wasn’t her either.” He swallowed thickly and began to pace again, “Who else is there? I knew I felt love, although I never could pinpoint it; not until tonight.” He turned around on his heel, finally looking you in the eye, “Not until I saw the way Kent and Wayne looked at you; the way they watched you; they way they spoke to you.” He gripped his suit, his eyes boring into your own with what you could only assume as jealousy, “Not until I saw you with them instead of me.”
That was unexpected.
“Lex,” You spoke his name softly, moving to place your hands on his pale cheeks. He leaned into them, his jealousy fading at your touch. You smiled at the sight. You gave him a soft peck on his cheek, beside your hand, “I love you too.”