Enough was enough. With Zod on the lose, Superman-Prime doing only God knows what, and Lex building weapons to use against his family, Jor-El could no longer stand back and watch from the sidelines. He could not take anymore, not when the safety of his flesh and blood was being threatened by the very man whom he had watched try to destroy his son.
He was unlike Clark. He did not pity Lex in any way; he would not give him special treatment because he was human and physically weak against their strengths when unarmed.
Jor-El had no fear of Lex Luthor and getting into his mansion and passed his security team could have been done blind, with his hands tied behind his back. Instead of making a scene, he moved swiftly through the corridors, unseen and nearly undetectable. He didn’t want to have to hurt somebody who he hadn’t come for, and possibly kill them instead of just leaving them unconscious and unresponsive. Jor-El wasn’t a heartless man. He was the opposite of cold. He decided to do what would be done for their safety, for everybody’s safety. A world without Lex would be better for everybody living within it.
He came with the intention of killing him, but what he didn’t know, was that he would leave him wounded but alive. Very alive, and not the same.
Stopping at the closed door, Jor-El didn’t take his time in reaching out and pushing it back. The obstacle flew away from its hinges and crashed into a wall, leaving him to stand in an open entrance. He stepped over the threshold and his mouth turned into a grimace of disgust, his eyes focused on the target.
“Don’t tell me you weren’t expecting something like this.”