Forty Cakes
"Mr. Luthor."
"Mr. Holt."
"Do you know why you're here?" asked the older man, Raymond Holt, of the currently glaring face of his young charge.
"I couldn't say," said Alexander "Lex" Luthor as he sat silently across from the office desk .
Mr. Holt sighed audibly and opened the fairly sizeable academic file that he had on Lex Luthor. The young Luthor had been at the Metropolis School for Exceptional Young Men since he'd been six years old. And from day one, Raymond Holt had been impressed with the young man's intellect...and dismayed at the lack of parental support. Over the years, as Headmaster of the school, Mr. Holt had seen how this had weighed on Lex and how his intellect isolated from his peers. All exemplified by the size of Lex's disciplinary file.
Mr. Holt opened the file and took a moment to peruse the latest incident.
"It says here: When no one was looking, Lex Luthor took
forty cakes..." he trailed off. That was just...stupid.
"You took 40 cakes? That's as many as four tens. That's...." Mr. Holt trailed off, searching for the word to describe the act.
"Terrible?" offered Lex with a small smirk.
"Disappointing," Mr. Holt corrected, "you got caught: that's why you're here and that was sloppy. If you're going to do something, Mr. Luthor, do it well. But, more than that, it's a waste of potential."
"Yes, yes. I've heard it all before, Mr. Holt-"
"Not from me, you haven't. Look, Mr. Luthor- I've seen how the older boys treat you. And, I'm sure you've heard it all before as to why: you're younger, they're intimidated by your intellect, etc. All true. But, I don't think you get that they are jealous of you."
"Jealous?"
"Yes- your mind, Mr. Luthor, is one that could change the world. And those young men can feel that and they wish they also had that potential. But, that's all that is- potential. You're not changing anything if you use that mind to steal forty cakes rather than, I don't know, making a nuclear powered toaster. Just an example.
And, the truth is that there will be people like the Oliver and the other young men making fun of you out there in the real world. And you can either lower yourself to their level and continue doing wasteful things like stealing cakes. Or..."
"Or?" asked Lex, genuinely curious.
"Or you could show yourself their better. Become a leader, a creator- shape the world. Don't let these men and their world shape you."
"... Huh."
"I hope you think about that, Mr. Luthor. In the meantime, you will be spending your time baking forty cakes to replace the ones you've stolen."
Years later, Lex Luthor stood in his meticulously decorated office looking out the window and Metropolis. His city. For a moment, he was tempted to order the stealing of forty cakes from one of the legendary bakeries, both to help with LexCorp's R&D into food production, but also as a lark. He was sure he wouldn't get caught this time. Instead, he walked back to his desk and to an open box with a Lex-Phone in it with a thank you card to Mr. Holt.
Every new product, Mr. Holt was provided an example of his former student's work. And, Lex got a reply from his proud Headmaster.
"Mercy, could you have this gift delivered to Mr. Raymond Holt?"