Clark Doesn't Want to Talk

Unclear point of view

Injustice and The Batman Who Laughs

Superman gazed at the Metropolis of old. Dust buried those blue eyes. He was only Superman, and he would keep rising until the world was free of shadows, until everything was Metropolis.

In the end, all destruction was meant to bring things to an end,

to end all ignorance. They knew. They were afraid. All of this would lead to the light.

Those strange green eyes, those red lips pressed tight. Batman stood on Metropolis's soil and looked at Superman, the corners of his mouth lifting no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

Nothing had meaning, and everything had meaning. But life was so hard. Why not smile a little? Hahahahaha.

Injustice: Lord

What do I have?

There is a mirror before me. It is Metropolis. Fingertip meets fingertip. It is Barry.

I have all the luck. I'm the only one who hasn't lost anything.

I have all the misfortune. We are separated by a mirror.

I bask in golden cornfields, bathed in the yellow sun, yet for no reason I feel a chill. I stare, lost, staring... Isn't this nice?

The world is pure white, like an immaculate cape. A single speck of blood on it is an eyesore.

So

all acts of suicide are forbidden. Your life is precious. All acts of taking life are forbidden. Nothing you have is worth wasting. All suffering must be stopped.

I will place it on a fluttering white cape. I will put it in a glass bottle where no danger can reach it. I will watch over it forever.

The world is peaceful. The world is quiet. I run, I leap, letting the cold wind brush my cheeks and the moonlight shine down without restraint. In midair, my body sways, seeking solid ground as if by instinct. I raise my hands and pass through everything...