Superman Sued Again

Four days of monotonous and tedious life finally came to an end for Bruce, who had been trapped in a cycle of eating, researching, and eating again.

In the library, he glanced at the neatly organized files and nodded in satisfaction.

"The data Amazon provided is pretty much all there is. I've also scanned it with the Batwing—there are no hidden files left."

He sighed, casually picking up a piece of meat from the tray beside him and chewing on it.

Pulling all-nighters was something he was more than accustomed to by now.

But the pressure of Darkseid weighing on him made him far more exhausted than usual.

Deciding to return to Gotham for a day's rest, he planned to resume processing the Atlantean archives afterward.

With that thought, he contacted his trusted butler, Alfred.

Moments later, the call connected, and Alfred's gentle voice reached Bruce's ears.

"You've been gone for four straight days. It took me quite the effort to fabricate a report about Wayne going to China for market research."

"I knew you'd handle it. Besides, Amazon's records lean heavily into mythology. It took me multiple analyses to compile this relatively accurate data and roster of Apokoliptian personnel."

Pausing, Bruce asked softly,

"Has anything changed in Gotham while I've been away?"

"Not in Gotham, no. Perhaps due to the Sun God's light from a week ago, Arkham has been unusually quiet.

But I must tell you, Metropolis might be in a bit of trouble."

"Hmm?!"

Alfred's words startled Bruce.

"What's happened in Metropolis? Damn it, I hope it's not related to Martha, Clark's mother!"

"No need to worry. I've already stationed enough security personnel in Martha's town. She's fine."

"Good. Tell me what's going on, Alfred!"

Bruce sighed in relief and listened intently.

On the other end, Alfred shook his head and said softly,

"Though the issue isn't with Clark's mother, it's still tied to Superman.

He's been sued again!"

"What?!"

As soon as Alfred finished, Bruce exclaimed in disbelief.

"Sued again?

Wasn't he just sued recently?

What's it about this time?"

"Because…"

Alfred's voice trailed off, uncharacteristically silent.

After a long pause, he sighed heavily and said dismissively,

"Two days ago, at 2:40 PM, a fire broke out at the Mercy Kindergarten in Metropolis. Over two hundred children were trapped inside.

Despite the firefighters' best efforts, two children didn't make it.

Now, the parents of those two children are suing Clark…"

"They're suing him because he didn't show up to help?!"

Bruce finally understood, but the more he understood, the worse he felt.

This was a huge mess!

Especially since two children had died!

Children evoke public sympathy, and even if the case seems unreasonable, empathy for the children would sway public opinion in favor of their parents.

Bruce knew it wasn't Clark's fault. No one has the right to sue someone just because they didn't save them, despite having the ability.

But the problem was that the defendant was Clark.

Superman!

A man countless people see as their hope, yet also a target for those who exploit that hope to attack him relentlessly!

This…

Bruce's expression darkened. After a moment's thought, he said softly to Alfred,

"You've already started handling this, haven't you, Alfred?"

"Of course, sir. The moment I heard about it, I've poured a fortune into getting countless public figures to support Superman.

Before that, I contacted the children's parents, offering excessive compensation to get them to drop the lawsuit and stop speaking to the media.

But, as you can imagine, I failed. Even knowing there are forces behind this, I can't do anything to parents who've truly lost their children.

No matter how irrational they are, the public will understand and forgive them."

"Yes, they have every right to grieve, but if their grief festers, it could bring more pain to Clark—and his ancestor—and the entire planet!"

Bruce shook his head and asked softly,

"Have you investigated who's been in contact with the parents recently?"

"We have. The only people they've spoken to are their respective lawyers, from the Bethlehem Law Firm on Old Brown Street. The lawyers haven't contacted anyone unusual.

Since the parents all live in the same community and their children were in the same kindergarten, and given that their children died in the same incident…"

Alfred coughed, shook his head, and said,

"We can't find any issues from the lawyers' side."

"What are the parents' backgrounds? If I recall, the Bethlehem Law Firm charges a fortune!"

Bruce asked, prompting Alfred to think for a moment before responding.

"I checked. Not only do the parents have no criminal records, but they're all elite figures.

One's a senior stockbroker on Wall Street, and the other's the deputy director of St. Suri Children's Hospital."

"Damn it!"

Alfred's words made Bruce grit his teeth. The plaintiffs' backgrounds showed no red flags, and they didn't seem like small-time opportunists trying to gain attention or financial compensation.

Their impeccable backgrounds made it easier for the public to believe they were simply seeking justice for their children.

If Superman had saved countless lives in Metropolis, why let their children die?!

At this, Bruce stood up abruptly, grabbing Darkseid's records and heading out.

As he walked, he told Alfred,

"Wait for me. I'll return to Metropolis as soon as possible. Until I resolve this, let's keep them in the dark.

You know who I mean by 'them.'"

"Of course. If he and his elder hear that humans are attacking him for such reasons, I'd understand whatever they do in response!"

"Exactly!"

As he spoke, Bruce used his location to summon the Batplane he'd parked on a nearby island when he first arrived.

…

In the arena, Heisenberg snapped Clark's neck once more.

But this time, instead of continuing, he carried the "dead" Clark to the stands.

He tossed Clark beside Lois and plopped down next to Mera, gulping down the iced water she handed him.

Lois, no longer crying like she had three days ago, helplessly pulled Clark's limp body into her arms, gently righting his head.

"Why aren't you crying anymore, Lois? A few days ago, you seemed so heartbroken."

Heisenberg set down his drink and teased her.

Lois rolled her eyes and laughed drunkenly.

"Heh, I think my earlier self was pretty amusing. Anyway, Grandpa wouldn't actually hurt him. Letting him suffer a bit is good for him."

"Tsk, if only Clark could grow like you. Compared to you, he's made no progress at all!"

Heisenberg grumbled, taking the wine jug Diana handed him and blowing a cold gust into it.

He took a swig of the icy liquor, enjoying the Amazonian women's massages. Heisenberg sighed contentedly in the stands.

Glancing around at the eager Amazonian warriors, he nodded decisively.

"Today's training ends here. The arena is yours for now!"

"Whoa!!!"

"Thank you!!!"

"We love you, Sun God!!!"

"Bring it on, you bastards! This time, I'll stuff your feet into your mouths!"

"Damn it, watch me strangle you with your own intestines!!!"

The fierce Amazonian warriors erupted, charging into the sunlit arena with all their might.

Some paired off, while others engaged in a hundred-person brawl. Within three minutes, blood nearly covered the entire arena.

The gruesome scene made Kid Flash nearby frown. Even though it wasn't his first time seeing this, he still found it hard to accept.

It was too brutal!

But as he frowned, he couldn't help but admire them.

Compared to him, every warrior in the arena was a far more qualified fighter!

Kid Flash knew he was probably the weakest member of the Justice League. He simply couldn't stomach the sight of bloodshed.

After countless deaths, he'd grown accustomed to injury, but the thought of his opponents suffering as much as he did made him reluctant to fight.

The more he thought about it, the less he wanted to engage in any battle.

He was too kind, unwilling to see anyone endure the same pain he had.

Beside him, Arthur was a stark contrast.

No longer cowering like days ago, Arthur watched the arena's carnage with eager eyes.

After a moment's hesitation, he stood up, frowning.

"Boss, let me join them. I won't use my trident!"

Indeed, after two days of relentless beatings, Arthur had returned to the sea to retrieve his mother's trident from his childhood mentor.

Hearing Arthur's words, Heisenberg smiled in satisfaction.

"Go ahead!"

As soon as he spoke, Arthur leaped from the stands, soaring over 170 meters and crashing into the fiercest part of the brawl.

Like a tiger descending the mountain, he launched attacks on the warriors everywhere.

The women immediately targeted him, with hundreds closing in.

But their attacks couldn't stop Aquaman.

With swift, precise moves, Arthur struck the warriors' vital points, causing bones to snap and cries of pain to surround him.

Yet, even witnessing this, Diana, Mera, and the others in the stands showed no surprise.

Heisenberg laughed heartily at the scene.

Look!

Those sitting here were once members of the Justice League, but now, accustomed to watching bloodshed, they were no different from the Injustice League.

And this was just day three. Under Heisenberg's control, such battles would continue for months, even years.

Would Heisenberg be trapped by so-called justice?

Impossible!

He was redefining justice in the DC universe!

And it started with making heroes accustomed to bloodshed!