Stryker's

Stryker's Island was a half-mile out to sea from Coast City.  Often called "the modern Alcatraz," it was, essentially, the most well-guarded prison in America, and held only the most dangerous and powerful of criminals.

Floyd Lawton sat in his cell, utterly bored.

"Lawton. You've got a visitor."
Floyd's right eyebrow rose with curiosity.  Lionel Luthor stepped into the light in front of the cell, and nodded to the guard on his right. The guard nodded back and walked way.
Now Floyd was definitely interested.  He'd never seen anyone actually give orders to the guards like that.

"Mister Lawton," Lionel began.  "I understand you were behind the attack on the Excelsior Academy, correct?"
Floyd smirked a little.  "Yeah. I took your kid hostage, right?"
"Yes, indeed you did," Lionel replied.
Floyd still had the smirk. "You don't sound too upset about that."
Lionel quietly laughed, and got a smirk of his own. "Lex is a Luthor, Mister Lawton.  We have targets on our heads everywhere we go.  Your little maneuver wasn't the first time Lex has been threatened, and it will not be the last.  I'm not here to 'avenge' my son's humiliation; I'm here for information."
"...Alright, so whaddaya wanna know?"

"What happened that day?"

"Oh, come on, now.  Didn't they tell you I'm crazy?  That's what they told me, when I told them what happened."
"What did you tell them?"
Floyd leaned back on his bed, resting his head against the wall. "I was gonna start shooting hostages.  Found a girl in an air vent.  Hot little thing.  'Lois' something."
"Lane?" Lionel asked with interest.
"Yeah, that's the one. Why? She somethin' special?"
"Hmm... yes, it seems that Miss Lane has a tendency to constantly get herself in the way of things."
Floyd rolled his eyes and continued.  "Whatever.  So anyway, I decide that I'm gonna shoot the girl.  Little Kid Wayne goes crazy and tries to bite me.  I smack him upside the head.  Then I turn back to shoot her, pull the trigger, and then all the sudden something moves in front of my gun, and I hear my bullets bounce off metal.  Half a second later, I get shoved across the room. Musta flown about ten feet through the air.  Still don't have any idea what hit me.  I figured the job was blown by that point, so I ducked down into the sewer; the school's got a hatch in the basement that leads right to it.  That was my Plan B.  I ran about a block, then stopped and jumped out in an alley.  Then I run into this teenage chick.  Tall, black hair, blue eyes.  She has these metal bracelets.  I try and blow her away, but she blocks my bullets.  With her bracelets.  I got a shot at her leg, but she bounced a bullet right back at my face."  Floyd put two fingers to the middle of his forehead.  "My metal wrap kept me alive, but the bullet knocked me flat out."
Lionel's eyes narrowed.  "You're saying that a young woman was able to deflect your bullets with her jewelry?"
Floyd shook his head.  "Uh-uh.  Not jewelry.  They looked like cuffs.  And she was standing like she'd been trained for that sort of thing."
"Trained to block projectiles at lightning speed with metal cuffs?"
"Yeah, I suppose."
Lionel grinned.  "Like the women warriors of legend..."
Floyd wasn't sure if Lionel was mocking him.  "Hey, that's what happened.  Call me crazy if you want, but that's the way I remember it."

Lionel shifted a little bit, the same way he always did when he made a business proposition.  "What you're saying could land you in Arkham Asylum."
"Because I'm insane?  Yeah, I've heard that."
Lionel grinned again.  "I don't believe you're insane.  I think you may not understand what you saw, but there must be a... logical explanation for it."
Floyd shrugged. "Sure, whatever."
"Tell me, Mister Lawton, would you like the chance to get out of here?"
"Well, gee, I would, but I oh-so-enjoy being incarcerated."
"I can arrange for your escape, if you so choose."
"That right?  What's the deal?"
"The deal is, Mister Lawton, you work for me.  You do what I tell you, and you'll be rewarded handsomely."
"...Alright.  Deal.  I want one more thing, though."
"Yes?"
"I wanna find the bitch who got me put in here, and put a bullet in her head."

"...That can be arranged."