"Limited to ones' Imagination" - DC Fanfic

Margaret Williams was done playing nice.

The lawyers sat in her office, sweating bullets, each one too cowardly to even entertain the idea of going after Robert, her soon-to-be ex-husband.

Each one of them found reasons to back away.

"Mrs. Williams, with all due respect, Robert isn't just some random scientist—"

"He's one of LexCorp's leading researchers. Taking him to court would be—suicide."

"You should just settle this quietly—"

Margaret slammed her hands on the desk, silencing the room.

"You all are supposed to be lawyers," she snapped. "Yet you're cowering like roaches the moment Lex Luthor's shadow looms over you."

The men shifted uncomfortably.

One of them, an older man with graying hair, sighed. "It's not just Lex, Mrs. Williams. The judges, the system itself—do you really think anyone will stand against him?"

Margaret clenched her jaw, her eyes burning with cold fury.

Then—she pointed to the door.

"Get out."

The lawyers hesitated.

Margaret narrowed her eyes. "Now."

That was all it took.

The men quickly gathered their belongings and scurried out like rats.

Margaret exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Cowards. Every single one of them.

Her son, James, had been watching from the kitchen.

The young boy, only six years old, sat at the counter, swinging his legs while playing with his favorite toy—a stuffed T-Rex. He wasn't fully aware of what was happening, but he could tell his mom was upset.

Margaret took a deep breath, pushing aside her anger as she turned back to the kitchen.

She had more important things to do right now.

"Alright, kiddo," she said, forcing a smile. "Peanut butter and jelly sandwich, coming right up."

James beamed, clapping his little hands. "Extra jelly?"

Margaret chuckled. "Of course."

As she prepared the sandwich, her phone rang.

She glanced at it.

Unknown number.

Her instincts told her to ignore it, but something nagged at her.

Sighing, she answered.

"…Hello?"

A distorted, yet oddly familiar voice responded.

"Hey, Ms. Williams. I'm just your friendly neighborhood helper—William Afton."

Margaret's body tensed.

That name sent a chill down her spine.

"And boy, do I have some dirty things on your husband."

Margaret immediately cut him off.

"What things?" she demanded.

"Check your phone."

Margaret pulled the phone away from her ear, noticing a new file attachment had appeared. With a growing sense of unease, she tapped on it.

Her eyes widened.

Bank transactions. Hidden offshore accounts. Deals with criminal organizations. Experiments on unwilling subjects.

And worst of all?

A document outlining a "special project" involving human testing—on children.

Margaret's stomach churned.

Her hands trembled as she scrolled through the files, her heart pounding.

Robert… the man she had once loved, the man who had helped raise their son…

Was a monster.

"This…" she whispered. "This could put him away for years."

Afton's voice came through again, his tone casual. "More like forever."

Margaret swallowed hard, her mind racing.

This wasn't just about divorce anymore.

This was about justice.

But there was a problem.

"How am I supposed to hire a lawyer if they're all too scared to go against LexCorp?" she asked.

There was a brief pause.

Then, Afton's voice took on a playful, almost teasing tone.

"Well, what about you?"

Margaret blinked. "…Me?"

"You're a strong politician advocating for child education and welfare. Who better to lead this fight than you?"

Margaret hesitated.

Could she really do this?

Was she strong enough?

She frowned. There was something strange about Afton's voice.

"…You sound like a cashier guy I know," she muttered.

A chuckle came through the line.

"Well, then he must be just as strong as you."

Click.

The call ended.

Margaret stared at the phone for a moment.

Then—she steeled herself.

Her eyes burned with determination.

If no one else would fight this battle…

Then she would.

For James.

For the children Robert experimented on.

For justice.

Meanwhile: Lex Luthor's Perspective

Lex Luthor didn't like surprises.

Cadmus was operating smoothly, thanks to his oversight. Metahuman research was progressing, and his various business ventures were flourishing.

Everything was under control.

Or so he thought.

His secretary, Mercy Graves, entered his office, her face impassive as ever.

"You have a call," she said. "It's urgent."

Lex raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Internal security."

That got his attention.

He reached for his phone, answering it with calm authority.

"Speak."

A voice on the other end—nervous, hesitant.

"Sir… there's been an incident."

Lex's eyes narrowed. "Clarify."

"One of our lead scientists—Robert Williams—has been arrested."

Lex leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled.

He remained silent, waiting for the rest.

"His wife has obtained sensitive information that could lead to—problems."

Lex's expression darkened.

A loose end.

His mind worked instantly, methodically.

Option 1: Bribery. Useless. Margaret Williams was a public figure with strong moral standing. She wouldn't be bought.

Option 2: Intimidation. Likely ineffective—if she were easily scared, she wouldn't have acted in the first place.

Option 3: Elimination.

Lex's voice was calm, calculated.

"Have our scientist… let off."

The meaning was clear.

The voice on the other end hesitated. "And the wife?"

Lex's eyes narrowed.

"She's a public figure," he murmured. "Killing her outright would be messy."

Mercy stepped forward. "We could watch her. Monitor her movements. Find out who gave her the information."

Lex nodded.

"Yes. Do that."

He ended the call, placing the phone back down.

Then, he leaned back in his chair, thinking.

Who gave her the information?

Margaret Williams was intelligent—but she wasn't a hacker. She didn't have the means to uncover such deeply buried secrets.

No… someone had helped her.

And that someone was a threat.

Lex's eyes narrowed.

Whoever they were—they had made an enemy of Lex Luthor.

And they would regret it.