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camsthisky · 7 years

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Teach Me to Dream 7

The Clark Quandary

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Summary: Dick’s eleven. Not thirteen and eager to prove himself. Not seventeen and mourning a brother. Not nineteen and wishing his best friend wasn’t dead and Bruce would look him in the eyes. He’s only eleven. So why does he remember all of that?

Whatever’s happened to Clark, Dick doesn’t like it.

It’s frustrating, because there’s no way to reason with him. He’s a mindless minion now, acting just like Conner had all those years ago after Dick had released him into the world. Clark doesn’t have a consciousness to limit him anymore. He’s only follow whatever orders are being fed into his mind. The Clark part of Superman—he’s gone. Dick knows that he’s gone.

But, it’s hard to fight him. Even if Clark hadn’t been Superman, Dick probably still would have had a hard time raising his fists. This is Clark. Someone Dick’s looked up to for more than half of his life. And to have to fight him like this, here and now? It’s hard.

Batman would tell him to keep going, though, so he does. If he does, then maybe he can save Clark.

And he thinks that as he fights beside Conner and Cassie, up until Dick’s smashed into the side of a building by one of Clark’s punches. The pain in his back and his head is blinding, and Dick’s sure he passes out for a moment, because when he opens his eyes afterwards, he’s lying on his side, Conner’s trembling hand hovering over him.

“Nightwing,” Conner says, and it’s desperate and terrified. Dick can’t breathe—can’t breathe, can’t answer, can’t reassure. The wind’s been knocked from his lungs, and Dick can’t seem to get it back. But the lack of answer makes Conner’s hand settle on Dick’s shoulder and squeeze gently. “Dick! Talk to me!”

“‘M fine,” Dick manages to gasp out. He watches the fight just a couple of yards away from them, and Cassie is holding her own, but she’s not going to be enough. He can’t push himself to his feet, though. He can barely move.

“You’re not fine,” Conner says. “Stay down. I’ve already radioed Red Hood. He’s on his way to get you out of here.”

Dick glares at Conner, even though Dick’s wearing a mask and he knows that him and Conner have been friends way too long for anything that Dick sends his way in anger to hurt him much. Especially if it’s just a look. Conner also looks—shaken. Dick can relate, but they’re going to save him. It won’t stay like this for long. They’ll save Clark.

Dick blinks, and it’s not Conner above him anymore. It’s Jason. His helmet is off, leaving him in just a domino, and Roy’s sitting there with him, both of them looking grim as they hover over him.

“You with me, Dickie?” Jason asks, and Dick can only heave a cough in reply. Jason seems to take it as a good sign, though, because he continues, “We need to get you out of here and regroup. There’s nothing we can do against a Kryptonian without Kryptonite.”

“You know where to get some?” Roy asks, sounding bewildered. “I though Superman had almost all of it destroyed.”

“Batman,” Dick wheezes at the same time Jason huffs out, “You’re kidding, right?”

Roy puts his hands up defensively, one of them still holding his bow. “Hey, chill. It was just a question.”

Jason shakes his head and turns his attention back to Dick. “Has anyone checked you for a spinal cord injury? Anything life threatening I should know about? Superboy said you hit that building pretty hard.”

“I don’t know,” Dick croaks, and he’s feeling fuzzy again. It’s his head. Definitely his head. “My back’s sore, but I don’t think it’ll be more than a big bruise. I think I have a concussion, though.”

“Cover us, Roy,” Jason orders, and then Dick’s lenses are flipped up, and Jason looks at his eyes, asks him questions that Dick can’t really remember giving answers to, and feels the back of his head. Both Dick and Jason wince when Jason’s fingers run over the knot on the back of his skull. “Sheesh. I’m honestly surprised your even still conscious.”

Dick blinks blearily at his brother, at Roy, at the scene behind the two, and thinks that maybe he’s not going to hold out much longer. He’s tired, and it’s only by sheer willpower that he’s even still awake. But there’s something writhing in his stomach at the wrongness of the situation, and Dick can’t close his eyes. Can’t give in. Not while his friends are still trying to fight Clark. To save him.

Except—he does give in. He blinks, and then he’s on his back, the sounds of the fight muffled by buildings. So, either the fight moved, or Dick did.

Roy’s talking, and Dick makes himself listen, to make sense of the words. “—how they got to him? He’s Kryptonian. They shouldn’t have been able to get into his head.”

“It’s like an infection,” Dick mumbles, and both Roy’s and Jason’s gazes turn to him.

“You back with us, Dickiebird?”

Dick hums. “You’re talking about Clark.”

Jason’s attention stays on him for a moment, before he’s nodding. “Yeah. You have any info? Roy and I aren’t exactly part of the circle anymore.”

“Clark got sick,” Dick says, the memories playing in his head like it was yesterday. “About two weeks ago. Batman was driving himself crazy trying to figure out what was attacking Clark’s system. And then a couple of hours ago, Clark got out of bed and he looked completely healthy. Except—”

“He turned into that,” Jason finishes, a grimace on his face. “B figure out what happened?”

“Luthor and Vandal Savage was his best guess,” Dick whispers, trying to keep his eyes open. It’s hard, though. He just wants—he just wants Bruce. “They were the last people Superman had contact with before he collapsed in the Watchtower.”

“Hey,” Jason says, fingers tapping his cheek. “Don’t fall asleep until we can—”

“Nightwing!” a voice calls out, and then Tim’s dropping down from a fire escape above them. Tim turns his scared look to Jason. “Is he okay?”

“I’m fine,” Dick says, still blinking rapidly to force himself to stay awake. How long has he been away from the fight? What’s Tim doing here? Where’s Bruce? All the questions swirl in his head, though, and the only thing he really manages to get out is, “Are you okay?” which is alright, because Tim is important, too.

Jason huffs out a laugh. “Typical.” Jason turns to Tim. “He’s got a concussion. Back’s bruised, but he can move his legs.” Dick didn’t remember that, but Jason seems pretty sure, so Dick doesn’t comment. Though, he’s not sure he could actually say anything coherent. “I don’t think we’re looking at an SCI. But, we need to get him out of here. Did B bring the Batmobile?”

Tim nods. “Yeah, it’s just down the street.”

Jason looms over him. “Close your eyes, Dickie. I don’t want you to throw up when I do this.”

Dick closes his eyes automatically, and opens his mouth, just about to ask what Jason means, when there’s a surge of pain as Jason scoops him up into his arms. His self-control goes right out the window when the agony crawls in, and it’s only then that Dick remembers that doesn’t have time for this. He’s got to save Clark.

Dick doesn’t know how, but he’s gone from cradled in Jason’s arms—his little brother, who got bigger, broader, and taller than him without Dick’s permission—with Roy and Tim next to them, to sitting in a puddle of blood in the middle of a warehouse, cradling Tim’s limp body.

He can’t breathe—and it’s not because of his back injury. That’s healed, now. But this—this is something that will never heal again. It’s happened again, and just like last time, it’s all his fault. He hadn’t been there for Jason, and even though he was here this time, it still hadn’t been enough. He still couldn’t save his little brother.

“Tim,” Dick whispers to his little brother’s corpse, like it’ll make him wake up and come back to him. That hadn’t worked with his parents, though, and it probably won’t work on Tim. He cups Tim’s cool cheek in his hand, anyways. “Please, Timmy. Please, please, please. You can’t be dead. You can’t be.”

Tim doesn’t answer. Because there’s no breath in Tim’s body. No blood. All of it’s spilled out on the floor underneath them. He can’t make himself move, though. He can’t make himself do anything but plead with his little brother to wake up. To open his eyes.

“Dick,” Clarks says from just a few feet away. And it’s only the three—two of them in this stupid warehouse. Dick whips his head up to glare at Clark, clutching Tim’s body closer to him. Clark’s gaze is wide and horrified at the destruction he wrought. At the agony Dick couldn’t keep Clark from committing. Clark chokes. “Dick, I—”

“You killed him,” Dick whispers, and it’s Dick’s fault. He should have saved Tim. Should have saved Clark. But he hadn’t. Clark’s eyes are blue now, instead of that eerie luminous green that reminds Dick so much of Kryptonite, and Dick’s having a hard time trying to separate Clark from Luthor. “You killed Tim.”

“I didn’t mean—” Clark cuts himself off this time, still looking horrified, but the blue flickers to green and back again. Clark grunts in pain and brings a hand to his head, and part of Dick—the part that remembers warm summer nights flying through the air in Superman’s protective arms—wants to stand up and help him. To administer that antidote that Bruce thinks might work.

But the other part of him—the part that’s had to live through his parents’ and Jason’s and Wally’s and Artemis and Kaldur’s and now Tim’s deaths, and doesn’t think he can take any more of the people he loves disappearing on him—can’t do anything but keep Tim’s body in his arms and pray to whoever’s listening that Tim will miraculously come back to him, just like Jason had.

(Except, Jason had been a fluke. And even then, there was a price for his continued existence, and Dick doesn’t think he ever wants Tim to go through what Jason had.)

Clark’s eyes flicker one more time, but this time they stay green, and Clark becomes the monster that killed Dick’s little brother once again. Becomes what Luthor made him. But this time, Dick can’t find it in him to stand up and keep fighting. He doesn’t know if he ever will again.

“Dick!” someone shouts from behind him, but Dick doesn’t bother to look up from Tim’s body. Not even when there’s a flutter of a familiar cape that whips past him and the sound of Jason’s gun rings out. No, his wide, dry eyes only have sight for Tim.

It goes on for a few minutes, but Dick barely notices. The time flies by, until he realizes that Clark’s no longer in the warehouse with them. It’s just Dick, the two that had save him, and Tim’s dead body.

“You stay with Nightwing,” Dick hears Batman growl. “I’m going after Superman.”

“By yourself?” Red Hood demands.

“Do you really think it’s a good idea to leave Nightwing alone when—” Bruce chokes, that little bit of emotion escaping past the wall of the cowl. Dick hates to hear it, and it makes Dick shake back to himself enough to realize he’s trembling and pleading with Tim to get up again and again. Over and over.

“No,” Jason says lowly. “No, I don’t.”

There’s a pause, and then Bruce says, “Look after him.” And then Bruce is gone and Jason is crouching in front of Dick.

“Dick, look at me.” Dick shakes his head, but Jason’s hands force his head up, force his lenses up, and Dick’s blue meet’s Jason’s green, helmet nowhere to be found. Jason’s eyes are impossibly sad, but Dick doesn’t think that sadness is for Tim. Jason and Tim had less than six months to even get to know each other, and for half of that, there had been a lot of hard feelings. Jason doesn’t—didn’t—consider Tim a brother like Dick does—did.

And then the tears come, and Dick cries. He cries and cries and cries into his brother’s dead body. This is the second brother he’s lost, and he wonders why it’s always him. Why is it always Dick and Bruce against the world? Why does he always lose everybody?

And—well. Dick drowns in his tears, and he thinks it’ll be a long time before he’s going to be able to surface again.

Clark isn’t sure what to expect when Alfred opens the door to the manor, but he doesn’t think it’s this mundane. Clark didn’t drop everything as soon as soon as he could and catch a plane to Gotham just to have Alfred answer the door like absolutely nothing’s wrong when he knows—

He stops that train of thought before it can derail too much and cause him to spiral. He’s already freaking out, and he’s sure there’s no need to freak out more.

“Mister Kent,” Alfred greets, and Clark sends the butler his best smile but—it’s tight and pained.

The concern and panic has probably never been so clear on his face, but, well. This is Dick. For the past two years, Dick’s been like a nephew to him, and to hear Dick screaming like that. Clark has to repress a shudder as Alfred steps away from the door to let him in. His first instinct had been to fly to Dick’s rescue immediately, but—well. He’d figured he’d better call Bruce first, just in case.

And then Bruce had told Clark that he was taking care of it. But after not hearing back from Bruce all week, Clark’s going out of his mind with worry. He needs to see Dick for himself. To make sure Dick is really alright.

And Clark takes a step forward, and frowns. Because Dick, who is leaning against the wall, is staring blankly at his face. Dick’s heart skips a beat and his breathing hitches, and then his eyes slide out of focus, and Dick’s sliding down the wall to spill onto the floor.

Clark’s moving before he even registers it. Alfred does something behind him with the intercom, but Clark tunes it out. He crouches in front of Dick, but then he stalls, his own heart doing a little dance of panic at the sight of the boy in front of him having some kind of—Clark doesn’t even know. Is it a panic attack? Is Dick hurt? Poisoned? Is he sick? Was this why he was screaming before? Should he touch Dick? Try to calm him down? Try to get his attention?

Or is he just going to make it worse?

There are so many unanswered questions, but Clark can’t make himself calm down.

“Alfred,” Clark calls, and Alfred comes, kneeling down in front of the boy. Clark makes way for the butler, and watches as Alfred calmly—but still troubled, based off his expression—waves his hand in front of Dick’s eyes. And when Dick doesn’t even blink, just seems to sink deeper into whatever has its grips on him, Alfred sighs.

“What’s wrong with him?” Clark asks. His throat feels like it’s swelling with panic, and Alfred isn’t really doing anything to help Dick. He just—gave up. “What’s happening?”

“He’s having a flashback,” Alfred says, a minute tremble to his voice. “I’ve called Master Bruce to come help with the situation.”

Clark chokes, latching onto that last part. “A flashback?!”

“Calm down, Clark,” Bruce says, a steely expression on his face as he walks into the foyer. Alfred gets to his feet and Bruce takes his place in front of Dick. Bruce’s expression melts into pain as soon as he lays eyes on Dick, and Clark can only watch in some sort of horrified wonder as Bruce cups Dick’s face in his hands, speaking softly, “Look at me, Dick.”

Dick shudders, but his eyes don’t move from the middle distance, from whatever he’s seeing. But Bruce doesn’t give up. There’s a determined look in his eyes, and he squeezes Dick’s face gently, running a thumb across one cheek.

Clark finds he can only watch.

“Dick,” Bruce says. “Whatever you’re seeing, it’s not real. It hasn’t happened yet.”

Clark starts, opening his mouth to ask—what? What hasn’t happened yet? What is that supposed to mean?—but he closes it only a second later because Dick shifts, his eyes focusing just the slightest bit on Bruce, before they slide away again.

But it worked. Just for a second, Dick had seen Bruce.

“Dick,” Bruce repeats, this a bit more firmly. “I need you to look at me. Dick. Robin.”

“Tim’s dead,” Dick says, and Clark realizes that the boy is trembling. He’s—this flashback. What is even happening? Dick licks his lips, his eyes wide and glazed and unfocused, though they snap towards Bruce every few seconds before drifting away. “He’s dead, Jason.”

“I’m not Jason,” Bruce tells Dick. “I need you to focus on me, Dick.”

Dick does, but he’s still shaking. “Tim’s dead.”

“Dick, focus,” Bruce says, and Clark wishes he could focus on Bruce’s face, on his body language, to understand what’s going on through the seemingly calm man’s head. But he can’t. Clark can’t take his eyes off of Dick’s scared, pained, shocked face.

This is not like any flashback Clark’s seen or experienced before. It’s more like Dick’s trapped inside his own mind, like he has something else playing out in front of him. Something that no one else can see.

“Dick,” Bruce says again, this time with just a bit more tremor in his voice. “It’s not real. You’re in the manor. I’m here, Alfred’s here, Clark’s here. And you’re here. You’re not there. Tim isn’t dead.”

Dick shakes his head, and it probably would have become a fervent motion if Bruce hadn’t been holding Dick’s face in his hands. But Bruce squeezes again, and Dick seems to jolt, his breathing picking up to dangerous levels, and Clark feels that spark of panic overtake him again.

“Bruce—” Clark starts, but Dick’s head snaps up, bright blue, focused eyes meeting Clark’s behind his glasses.

“You killed Tim,” Dick whispers, and that’s—that’s anger in Dick’s voice. That’s complete rage, an emotion Clark doesn’t think he’s ever heard in Dick’s tone before just now. And definitely never directed at him. Dick strains against Bruce’s hold but it seems sluggish at best. “You killed Tim, and—and—”

“You’re not making any sense,” Bruce tells Dick, dragging Dick’s face back so that their eyes meet. “Dick, Clark didn’t kill anyone.”

“It’s not Clark!” Dick says, bringing his hands to grip Bruce’s wrists. There are tears in his eyes now, and his chest spasms with sobs. “Bruce—you said—you said it wasn’t Clark. It’s not!”

And then Dick’s eyes roll back in his head, and he passes out. Bruce pulls him forward to cradle the unconscious boy in his lap, furious eyes trained on his son, and Clark thinks that maybe it’s time for an explanation to this whole thing. Because Clark’s about this close to exploding.

“Explain,” Clark breathes. “Now.”

Bruce is silent for a while, and when the silence is broke, it’s by Alfred.

“Perhaps,” the butler says quietly, a troubled expression on his face. “We should take this conversation to the study. The floor is hardly the appropriate place for life changing reveals, wouldn’t you say.”

Bruce sighs, and pushes himself to his feet, never losing his grip on Dick. He maneuvers the boy so that Dick’s head is resting on his shoulder and Bruce’s hip is supporting Dick more than anything. “The study,” Bruce agrees. “Follow me.”

And despite himself, Clark does.

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dagenspear · 7 years

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Batman v Superman Rewrite

Open the movie with the end of MOS, show Bruce arriving, running into the rubble, seeing Superman, glaring, basically the same thing. OPENING TITLE. The same terrorist situation where Lois is captured. She sees some of the terrorist figures faces. Superman, without hurting people, saves Lois, but a bomb goes off in the terrorist bunker, burning everyone completely, killing everyone inside. Then cut to a senate hearing discussing Superman and how he still hasn't been held accountable for the destruction in Metropolis. And with the most recent unauthorized destruction of the terrorist group by Superman, as far as they think, which resulted in the deaths of 2 civilian hostages, they state that it's time they discuss what Superman should do and not what he can do. Show Clark watching the senator talking about how they're now officially calling Superman out to answer for what he's done, for Metropolis and the deaths of those civilian hostages. He's forlorn. Lois enters their apartment, seeing him watching the senator. She tries to reassure him, telling him that he's not responsible for what happened, he just has to tell the truth. Clark says that he is. He should have seen the bomb, but he wasn't focused enough. It's his fault, it all is.

Batman is a reckless, vicious vigilante. He pummels criminals like rapists and murderers into near comas. Alfred is deeply concerned about Bruce's growing viciousness, fearful that he'll cross the line. Have the scene where Alfred says that everything's changed also have him glance at Jason's costume just as he says it. Jason's death caused him to shut down as a superhero, but after the events of MOS, he's retaken his mission harder than ever. He has nightmares about his parents deaths and Jason's death intermingling into the same event.

Superman is very much playing with kid gloves. After the events of MOS, he's afraid of his powers, the destructive force he has. He doesn't break bones, he tries to avoid destroying property. He doesn't want anyone else to get hurt. He has ptsd-esque flashbacks about the events of MOS. He still works, he's begun a relationship with Lois, which is struggling because of his disconnected attitude. Clark is obsessed with keeping himself from being something that frightens people, so much so that he's formed a partnership with Metropolis' hometown billionaire to help the city...

Lex is paranoid, rich, ruthless and fearful. He's grown and constructed his entire life around being powerful, great and untouchable. And then comes Superman, a powerful creature that is better than, more special than and more powerful than him, something that he can't control, that he can't protect himself from and he can't stand it. He's basically Batman on steroids. The Bruce Wayne worst case scenario. Only in a more self-involved way. He views Superman as a threat in waiting to him personally, not just really the world. Keep Jesse Eisenberg if you must. But make him more physically fit, not overly muscular though.

Lex's birth father abandoned him to be adopted by a broke family in the slums. He was raised by unfit parents, an alcoholic mom and a controlling dad. When they died, he worked his way through college using the insurance money from their deaths and used it to buy stock in his real father's company. When he was discovered by his dad, Lex discovered that his dad had abandoned him to see how he could thrive on his own, to see if he would ever be worthy enough for his company, then telling him that he's seen that's the case and that he's left Lcorp to him in his will. Enraged at him, his entire life being a pawn under the thumb of his real father, Lex killed him. He then used all the knowledge he'd gained to completely change the face of Lcorp, even giving his name to it, along with doing away with the oil business and making Lexcorp a science and military contract based company, creating new medicines, cutting edge research in fringe sciences, along with DNA studies, and weapons. Not to mention all of the jobs Lex created for the city after one of Metropolis' worst financial fallouts, due to the Gotham earthquake that caused significant damage to a part of Metropolis, essentially pulling the city out a kind of depression situation. Lex helped the reconstruction of the city after the battle of Metropolis as well.

Batman, after finding satellite footage from the world engine event of Superman being weakened, goes there to see if he can gather whatever weakened him, where he finds just particles, green dust left from crystalized rocks from the attempted terraforming effect of the world engine. But that's it. He investigates the area more and discovers that Lexcorp was there and took all the crystalized rocks.

Superman goes to the senate hearing where he's asked about his perception, his powers, what he plans to do about them and why he's doing what he's doing. Superman tells them that he just wants to help, that it's all he ever wanted. He's asked if he thinks the help that destroyed Metropolis by a mother of someone who was killed. Superman is visibly broken up and tries to explain that he made a mistake, he thought he could handle Zod, he didn't know it would cause as much destruction as it had.

The senators tell him that his powers aren't something that anyone can afford for him to make mistakes with. They ask him what gives him the right to do what he does when he can cause so much harm, when his mistakes do what they. Someone tries to say that if Superman had done nothing, the world would be destroyed. Someone then yells that it's because of him that they came in the first place. The other person then yells that they don't know that for sure. A fight breaks out and Superman, worriedly starts to try and stop it, but is told by the senators that they have officials who deal with that and the fight is broken up by the guards. Superman says that his powers give him the responsibility to try to something about what's happening in the world. They respond that responsibility doesn't give all say over the ways of the world. Superman's then asked that what makes him think that they need his help, that he has the power to fix all the problems of the world. Superman says, "Nothing. I just don't want anyone to be afraid of me anymore, when I'll I've ever wanted to do was keep as many people safe I could." They then say that he can't ever do enough. The hearing ends, them telling him that despite the good he's done, it doesn't matter what he can do, that doesn't give him the right to act on behalf of humanity, especially if the cost of that can be the lives of innocents, and finally that they'll reconvene the next day for a complete decision. Superman leaves. Lex uses the kryptonian ship, which was given to him as apart of his military contracts and a sample of Superman's DNA to create a clone, a mentally deficient clone, even a decaying one, something that he can control. He uses it to frame Superman for attacks. The first one being the senators from the hearing.

This shakes Superman. He sees the public and understands that no matter what he does, he won't be trusted by them, that he feels he shouldn't be, with everything he can do, everything he's done. He nearly quits because of this. It's really all about Superman's sense of inferiority. He's afraid that he can't help people now that they know he's out there. He's afraid that even though he knows the attacks happening aren't his fault he still fears that it's something he could be capable of. He doesn't see himself as helpful to the world, but as a negative force in it.

There's a running theme of a feeling of inferiority in this story. Lex feels inferior, because Superman's existence makes him feel powerless and inadequate. Batman feels helpless as ever to do good, to help people, because of such a destructive creature like Superman being around. This feeds into his already intense powerlessness at the loss of Jason Todd at the hands of the Joker due to his, as far as Batman's concerned, inaction.

Batman and Superman cross paths twice before the fight. Once during a bank robbery and another during an altercation where Superman does x-ray through Batman's cowl and tells him to stop his vigilantism. Batman rejects this and begins building his suit to combat Superman after he sees the stories about Superman's attacks, that are really Bizarro. Superman does some digging on Bruce Wayne, finding out about his parents deaths and the death of his ward, Jason Todd. He sees an escalation in Batman's viciousness ever since Jason Todd's death. When Alfred discovers that Batman's making preparations to kill Superman, he tries to stop him, to convince him not to, that there must be an explanation for what's happening.

Meanwhile Lex has been keeping tabs on Superman, tracking an energy signature that he gives off using his satelites and an understanding of kryptonian DNA that he got from Zod's body, leading him to discover his identity. He then kidnaps his mom, framing Batman for it, placing a batarang at the scene.

Lois investigates Superman attacks. She tracks them to Lexcorp and recognizes Lex's goons leaving the building from the opening terrorist confrontation, following them. Superman is basically winning the fight, until he stops himself and begins to realize that he and Batman have been manipulated by Lex. Batman capitalizes on Superman's stopping and uses his kryptonite weapons. And Batman begins beating Superman brutally, mercilessly, and we see flashes before Batman's eyes of Jason Todd being beaten half to death by the Joker with the crowbar. During the fight Alfred would try to convince Batman over the comm to stop, but Batman turns them off, saying that he has to. He would then tell Superman that he's let too much death happen because he wouldn't do what was necessary and that he won't let that happen again. But Superman would convince Batman that he doesn't have to do this, to cross this line, that he understands how he feels. That powerlessness can make you lose sight of what's right, it can make you make mistakes, big ones that you'll regret for the rest of your life. That you can feel like you can't save anyone. That doing this will make him lose what's good in him and he might never get it back and then, confirming that he knows who he is, says, "Bruce, this isn't who you are. You can be better than this. You have to make a choice about the kinda man you wanna be. Do you want to be this?" Batman flashes back to his father telling him that in life you have to make a choice about the kinda man you wanna be. And Bruce realizes what he was about to do, what he was about to become and crumbles to the ground under the weight of that realization. Lois tracks the goons to a building, sneaking in, where she finds Martha and unties her. She then calls Clark and tells him this and hearing the name Martha, Bruce is snapped out of his guilt stupor and realizes that he can still be a hero. Lois' then caught by Lex's men. Batman then hears from Alfred that Superman's attacking the city, or rather Bizarro is and tells Superman. Superman isn't sure what to do and Batman says that he'll go after his mom, that Martha won't die tonight, no one will.

Superman confronts Lex and tries to make Lex stop Bizarro. Lex tells him about Bizarro with, "Aliens, metahumans, magic, it's truly bizarre times we live in. Only fair that we make something just as bizarre to combat it." He says he thought Lex was his partner, a friend. Lex tells him, "With you? After demolishing a chunk of the city, you expect any human to be a friend to those terrifying hands. The hands that'll now be responsible for the city's destruction again."

Superman, angry now, asks Lex, "Why? I only wanted to help."

"Why? Good question... Ya know, I was the hero of the city before you got here, grew up in the slums with 2 poor thugs, abandoned by my real father, and when he died I saw my opportunity to take what was rightfully mine, I pulled the city out of mediocrity and made my company and it a shining beacon for the world, then your alien invasion obliterated everything I worked for. And I put it back together again and you know who everyone cheered for? Superman. You stole everything that I earned. It's what you're here to do, take away the power human's have, decide our fate for us. To stand above us all and lord your power so we all bow down and worship you. You don't get to do that. You hold humanity's destiny in your hands and I'm taking it back. The world will look at your corpse and see you for the monster here to take our fates out of our hands that you really are. And I'll be their hero. I guess I should thank you though. You helped me see that this world was larger than I thought." Lex then snaps his fingers and Superman's tackled by Bizarro. The fight leads through the city, Bizarro trying to endanger people, Superman working extra hard to save them.

Batman hears about the fight from Alfred about and goes to help. Him and Superman together fight Bizarro. Batman using his kryptonite weapons, as Superman helps people. Batman and Superman work together to defeat Bizarro. After Bizarro is subdued, Batman's about to use his kryptonite weapon to against him, considering killing him. But Superman stops him, saying that he promised that no one would die tonight, saying that there has to be another way, that he's learned that it will only cause more pain, that this creature is just something else Lex has manipulated. Superman and Batman go to arrest Lex. Superman tells Lex he's going to make him answer for everything he's done. Lex stabs Superman in the arm and sets off a kryptonite bomb to explode and kill them, then jumping for the elevator, but Batman saves Superman, protecting him with his lead suit and the aftershock of the firey kryptonite residue hits Lex.

Aferwards Superman and Batman talk, Batman deeply apologizing for what he nearly did and Superman responding that what he nearly isn't what's important now, but we did do and what he will do. He did what was right. And that's why he knows that he can trust him. Superman decides to trust Batman with the kryptonite, saying that if anything were to happen, he now trusts him to stop him. He says that he's tried to be perfect, to be above people, but he's not and that's why he's been tormented, he's held himself to an impossible standard. He's NOT God. Not a Savior. And he has no right to allow people to think that he is. He's only human. And it's time that he accept that and start accepting help, saying that he has Batman to thank for helping him see that. Batman says that it's time he does the same. Montage this with Lex in the hospital, the kryptonite having poisoined his DNA, making him lose his hair, it being publicly stated that there was no evidence to say he was behind Bizarro, due to the creature decaying, as all those associated with the ship defense projects are dead, and Superman confronting him, telling him that he'll put him away. Then Batman coming back to the batcave to see Alfred waiting for him. And he helps Bruce clean Joker's message off of Jason's costume, making it no longer a reminder of Batman's failure, but a memorial in Jason's memory. He then contacts Oracle, telling her to tell Dick that he's back. Alred, for the first time in the movie, smiles. And Clark proposes to Lois, saying that he's ready to let her in now. Please review and tell me what you think! Have a very great day!

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