You, Kal El, the son of Jor-El and the last Kryptonian, came to Earth from the distant, destroyed planet of Krypton and regard it as your second home.
During the fourteen years that you have been in the North Pole, you have been listening to the voices of humans. You are willing to help others. Almost everyone on earth knows that Superboy was only fourteen years old when he debuted. When you were fifteen, you were stoned by humans for the first time. When you were sixteen, there were more and more objections about you. When you were seventeen, you killed the last of your kind, General Zod. When you were eighteen, you didn't die at the hands of Doomsday but at the hands of humans.
They want to control you after being forced back from the dead.
Joe has always hoped that you can bring hope to mankind, become a bridge between mankind and Krypton, and lead them.
Joe is right, humanity is a hopeless race and needs you.
But you no longer want to serve as a bridge. Humanity needs more brutal means to correct it——
"I should have learned from the crazy Batman next door and killed half of you before we talked."
Intention: Subspecies of Superman.