Lex groaned slightly. Honestly, he couldn't wait for the thousand or so years of peace to begin. Okay, it wasn't exactly peace - more like a period of extreme danger that could not be anticipated at all, one that he wasn't even fully prepared for yet. But Lex was sure that they would be able to get things up and running in the few decades they had before the period began.
He half wanted to spend the first century of peace doing nothing but just relaxing. Although he was only 26, he felt like he deserved a century of peace and calm to relax his nerves. The only secrets he wanted to hear were from Velma, and they should only involve juicy gossip involving his guests or maybe his workers.
He was done with universe-shaking secrets, conspiracies and ominous foreshadowing of insidious deals or perhaps impending, unavoidable doom. It was like hearing that there was a 10% chance that your entire race could be wiped out in the next decade, but having no way to do anything about it.
