Chloe is walking down a dark Metropolis street wearing a crazy 1920s hat and a plaid coat. She goes to her parked car, walking past a "Beer on tap" neon sign. As she fishes for her keys in her purse, a masked robber jumps from the shadows and grabs her purse. "No! Please, help!" Chloe screams as they pull back and forth on it. "Gimme the purse!" the thief yells. It's so obviously Clark. Chloe stops in mid-scream and says, "You know what? We've taken this show all over town and it obviously isn't working." Maybe because it's 5:30 AM on a neverending night. Even the crooks are asleep. Chloe is totally frustrated. "You're not screaming loud enough," Clark directs. Maybe he should help her with her blocking, too. Exasperated, Chloe whines that she's freaked out every alley cat in a four-block radius. Clark asks for one more try. They struggle with the purse again. Chloe's not faking it very well this time. Clark takes off his mask. "You've gotta give it some feeling, some passion!" he tells Chloe. This is pretty damned funny. "Stoooooooop!" Chloe yells. BatChica drops down from somewhere on high. "You again," she says when she sees Clark. She swings at him. He dodges. She tries to punch, but Clark grabs her wrist and turns her around into a spoon-snuggle. Clark says he's not looking for a fight. BatChica says she's not wearing dancing shoes. More swinging. Clark throws BatChica into a pipe on a wall, roughly. I thought you didn't want to fight, jackass. Steam comes out of the pipe. Clark is holding BatChica's mask in his hand. She emerges from the steam. Saaaaaay. Would this vigilante want to get back at me for thinking she's cute? Chloe's eyebrows go up. They recognize her as Office Girl. She dropkicks Clark in the chest for unmasking her. He flies back thirty feet into a chain-link fence. Sparks fly. BatChica flies up and out of the scene. She's got legs, apparently, and she knows how to use them. CGI shot of BatChica leaping from ledge to ledge as she scales a building. She reaches a rooftop. We hear a whoosh and Clark is right there with her. BatChica's a bit surprised.
A hand removes an old-looking six-shooter from an ornate, red fabric-lined box. It's Papa Luthor, sitting in the spooky blue Metropolis LuthorCorp office. The gun has a white handle. He cocks it. Not going to contemplate committing suicide this time? Good. Papa points the gun in the air at nothing in particular. Just then, Lex walks through the automatic doors. Thank you, come again! Lex says that if he knew Papa wanted a duel, he'd have brought his own pistol. Papa says it's not a weapon, it's a piece of history. It killed a historian. Papa examines the firing chambers as he tells Lex it was a gift from their overseas partner. Snidely, Lex says, "That's right. A duel would require you to face your opponent. You prefer to strike when they least expect it." That just sounds smart, dude. Papa pretends to figure out what Lex means, and then says that he must be referring to the activity in the Asian markets that morning. Huh? Did I miss an episode? Papa says that brokers were buying shares of LuthorCorp like they were "half-priced pot stickers." Lex suspects that Papa is working with the Chinese, using a company called the Apex Group to make a hostile takeover bid on LuthorCorp. Papa smiles and says he's glad Lex has been paying attention. He goes over to pat Lex on the shoulder, but gets his wrist grabbed instead. "Wipe that smug smile off your face," Lex tells him. "I won't let it happen." Papa asks how Lex is going to stop it: "Leveraged recapitalization?" Yeah! Some of that! And a little...uh...ventricular fibrillation! Papa gets angry and says that Lex's senatorial campaign directly compromised LuthorCorp's assets. How was that? Papa says that no bank will give Lex the money he needs. Lex asks what Papa's going to do for an encore: "Put a bullet in my head?" Put sugar in his gas tank? Eh, the bullet in the head thing was probably better than my suggestion. Papa jokes that he would never fire the gun at Lex. It's priceless. Papa says it was the gun General Macarthur wore when he returned to the Philippines. "What was it he said, son?" Papa asks dramatically, holding the gun close to his face, "I have returned." Eeeevil! Lex tells Papa Luthor not to get ahead of himself. Exiting, he says that Papa hasn't taken the beach yet. Papa fondles the gun. The gun likee.