"The spectacular battles are about to begin. Now press the voting devices in your hands and tell me—which match do you want to see first? Come on, let's decide which duelists take the stage first by vote!"
A voting device appeared before every audience member, allowing them to choose who would go first by color. Bruce stuffed the tip of his ice cream cone into his mouth and chewed as he said, "Which one do you want to see first, dear?"
"Is that even a question? Of course, Superman versus Batman!"
"Are you serious?" Bruce frowned. "What's there to watch? Clark comes over every day to drag me to work, and we have to wrestle it out. Meanwhile, you just sit there putting on hand cream."
"Are you blaming me for not helping you?" Selene glared at him. "Work starts at 9:00, and you're still asleep at 8:50. Even if I wanted to say a few words to Clark, I wouldn't have an excuse."
"Uh, it only takes me two minutes to fly to the base."
"Yeah, and then you spend half an hour washing up and an hour eating breakfast. By the time the morning meeting ends, it's time for lunch."
"God, how do you know that so clearly?"
"Brainiac can't stand you anymore."
"He didn't need to tell you all that."
"He just wanted to know how I could stand you. He's asked practically everyone who knows you that question."
"Then he can only blame his bad luck. Give him a classic-model Batman, and he doesn't like it."
Still, Selene and Bruce both voted for "Batman versus Superman." As it turned out, nobody wanted to miss this spectacle. In the end, "Batman versus Superman" won by a landslide. The two contestants were immediately placed into the arena.
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