“I bet he has things that you’ll want to get rid of.” Bart’s dislike for Lex constantly swam at the surface. It made itself known whenever the subject was brought up, whenever it was hinted at in conversation. Lex had come dangerously close to ending him, and that wasn’t something you forgave and forgot about. “There’s probably a dungeon beneath the mansion,” he muttered, reaching out to grab a cookie from a plate, which he neither ate nor dropped on the surface in front of him.