[hr][b]October 28th
Queens, NY, United States of America[/b]
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The bald man peered around the gym and shrugged, looking up to the man who had appeared to be a little less than half a head taller than he was. The man apparently picked the boxing bag and tossed it around, meaning that either the bag wasn't sufficiently heavy for the boxers to box with, or he was showing off how strong he was. Luthor, not in the mood to really smirk, still having to deal with the criminal behind him, brushed it off as simple posturing.

"Oh" he stumbled, catching his breath. At this point, Lex Luthor had not actually seen the Superman of this world outside of his uniform, and in the way he presented himself didn't seem very Superman-like. Of course, this was the genius of the disguise. Lex Luthor had just been chasing a man while wearing a suit, the dress shirt underneath showing a good deal of sweat with wet patches underneath his arms and over his forehead. All in all, he looked like a mess.

"There was a woman who was assaulted just down the street from here, I was chasing the man who assaulted her" Luthor explained, presenting the gym patrons with the man, his arms tied with Luthor's belt. "I already called 911, so you don't have to worry about anything..."

The scatterbrained old-man personality was showing, not something very characteristic of the Lex Luthor he knew. "I heard a noise from in here and thought something was going on. I didn't realize you were a boxing gym" he excused himself.