Injustice Superman's exasperation was clearly related to "the church." Clearly, this was an Injustice Superman version of the "alleyway" joke, but Injustice Superman really would turn anyone who told it into a joke.
"All right, I shouldn't have made fun of you two. But I meant the rest of it. You should know how good Batman is at deceiving people. It was just one sentence. Whether he was telling the truth or lying, there was nothing you could do about it," Bruce said.
"So?"
"He could have told you outright that he spent most of the day digging this broken table out of a pile of junk in a warehouse just to remind you of the good old days, soothe your emotions, and make the negotiations ahead go more smoothly."
"He could do that because even if he told you, you would still miss it. You figured out what he was trying to do yourself, but didn't you still miss it?"
"So he said he forgot." Injustice Superman's voice grew colder and colder. "Because he knew that no matter what he said, he had already won. He could mockingly watch me wag my tail at old bones like some pathetic drowned dog."
"Then he really is awful," Bruce said. "But you clearly aren't much better. If you had a little more backbone, he wouldn't have had the chance."
Injustice Superman looked at him again, his expression turning somewhat strange.
"You don't think I'm going to tell you two to make up, do you? You should understand that things have reached the point of no return. There's no way you can go back to how things were... Staring at me won't help. I'm only telling the truth."
Bruce shifted in his chair. It seemed as though he spoke only after careful