Batman presses the shard of kryptonite against Superman's throat.
Listen to me, Bruce. It was Luthor. He arranged this.
Don't you see? He knew you couldn't resist. The
challenge. The uncertainty.
Blood trickles down Superman's throat. Spidering down the Superman emblem.
Dripping onto the floor.
What are you saying, Kent?
The Kryptonite cuts deeper. Superman screams in agony.
He masterminded this whole situation. He set you up. You played right into
his hands. This was nothing more than a game for him. Entertainment.
He wanted your attention elsewhere. A distraction. Me.
Dropping the Kryptonite.
But there's more. Things you don't know. He's created something.
Gaining his strength. Superman staggers to his feet.
His eyes flash red. Destroying the shard of Kryptonite with a laser blast.
What do you want from me?