Lex rose out of bed at the crack of dawn and began the same process as every other morning. He hummed an upbeat tune to himself to perk him up for the day's coming activities as he showered and shaved. As the maid was brewing the coffee, Luthor checked his E-mail, ignoring the blonde supermodel who was still slumbering in his bed. "Computer: Access inbox." A formation of hard-light monitors appeared floating around Lex, keeping pace with him as he strolled around his penthouse, doing his morning exercises and various other activities.
Lex took a moment to pause and look at the central screen and noticed dozens of new messages, but one in particular caught his eye. It was simply titled 'Gotham.' He instructed the computer to open the mail. It contained a notice from his personal courier who had received a reply from Two-Face in Gotham City. In the E-mail was a transcription of Harvey Dent's refusal. Once Lex finished reading the letter, he began chuckling, which soon grew into full-blown laughter.
Once Lex had calmed down and completed his morning routine, he left a note for the girl who was still asleep. The note was the usual; 'I had a good time last night, I'll call you, etc, etc.' He actually had to ponder for a full minute before remembering what the girl's name was to write on the note.
After Luthor had reached the ground floor and climbed into the limousine to head to the Towers, he placed a call to his Bodyguard. "Joseph, I want you to have our agents find Black Mask in Gotham City, wherever he's hiding. Once he's found, our operatives are to give him whatever weapons and funding he wants in order to kill Two-Face. Tell the agents not to even mention the Syndicate to him. Yet. This will be an honest gift from me to him. By the time he actually gets the message, a windfall of two million dollars will be in Roman Sionis' swiss accounts. Have the agents tell Black Mask that there will be plenty more where that came from and all he needs to do in return is wage war on Harvey Dent. I don't even care if he wins, really." Lex hung up, leaned back, and opened the latest edition of The Planet. As he read, his mind couldn't help but wander; if he couldn't have a foothold in Gotham, then he might as well make the city a warzone for anyone who actually does have a foothold.