(STILL missing the ending)
Batman stood over Superman, his foot on the alien's throat. Superman looked, soft... weak. Then again, that's what kryptonite did to him, made him vulnerable. “You were never a god. You were never even a man.“
“Don't let her die.“ Superman gasped.
“What are you talking about?“ Batman demanded angrily.
“Please, save her.“ Superman begged. It was plain this woman meant the world to him.
For a moment, Batman hesitated. “Your own death a heartbeat away and you plead for her life?“ He took his foot off Superman's throat but kept the spear at his face. “Why?“
“You're afraid of me. You hate me for what I am__or what you think I did. So be it. I'd fight you to the death for her freedom and I will surrender to you for the same reason.“
“You are strange, for a Kryptonian.“
“I told you before Bruce – we are not all like him.“
“How did you...?” But then he knew. For he remembered something.
“Superman may be a strange visitor from another planet. But at least he's trying to help. And he's not terrorizing people to send a message.“
“Criminals.“ Bruce Wayne said definitively.
“Not just criminals Mr. Wayne. I've been to Gotham. Ordinary citizens live terrified of the bat vigilante. He thinks he's above the law.“
“And you're star-spangled alien friend doesn't?“
“I'm sorry?“ Clark replied, trying to contain his surprise.
“Just that every time Metroplois...the Daily Planet's hero saves a cat out of a tree you write a fluffy editorial about him...an alien who, if he wanted to could burn the entrie place to the ground. There wouldn't be a damn thing we could do to stop it.“
“Superman--we don't know anything about him. But we have no reason to assume he's evil incarnate.“ Bruce stared at him, silently as if expecting him to realize the fallacy of what he'd said. “So in your view all humans are like Hitler? All Americans are Richard Nixon?“
“I'm saying he's not human. And if there is even a chance he's like that psychopath (Zod) in any way, we have to be able to defend ourselves.“
Batman stumbled backward. “...Clark. Clark Kent?“ Superman nodded miserably. Batman stumbled backward his head spinning. With one heave he threw the spear away.
Superman stood up slowly, getting his balance. “I take it this means you no longer want to cut me open and play with my insides?“ He said, rubbing his throat gently. Batman stared, his mouth frozen open. “Look, all I care about right now is that you and Lex have a friend of mine hostage. You help me rescue her, we'll call it even.“
“You are as wrong about me as I was about you. I would never take hostages.“
“She's the prize and price. Lex arranged this for you. A chance for you to end my life and for me to save Nikita's. I meant it when I said I would fight you to the death –my death at least– for her. I wouldn't BE here otherwise.“
“Clark, I honestly have no idea who you're talking about.“
Superman looked searchingly into Bruce's eyes. For a tenth of a second. Realization dawned on his face. "Lex you son of a bitch.“
Batman did not feel particularly inclined to argue with him.
“Would it be cliché to say 'let's end this.'?“ Batman asked glibly.
“Cliché, but appropriate.“ Superman answered.
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