It happened in a blink of an eye. Lex noticed too late that one of his minions slipped his gun--loaded with kryptonite bullets--out of his side holster. He reacted too late as the idiot aimed the gun straight for Superman. Before he could knock the gun from his hands, it went off, missing its target and hitting Krypto who leapt to protect his master.
Lex pulled his eyes away from the image of the strongest being on the Planet on his knees, with tears in his eyes, cradling his dying dog and fled the scene.
Superman’s wail followed.
Lex wasn’t sure what reaction his gift would bring.
Clark stormed in angrily, photos in hand.
“What the fuck?”
Which was the reaction Lex expected.
“An apology for the loss of your dog. My overzealous help has been …reassigned.”
“I don’t even want to know what that means. But these…? He waved the photos.
“I secured fur samples of Krypto and went about replacing him for you. It’s developing nicely as the pictures show.”
Clark sighed. Only Lex would think cloning rectified a situation. “Why?”
Lex looked away and answered quietly. “I know the hurt of losing a trustworthy friend.”