"Wow, this really is-"
Shane opened his mouth, struggled for a long moment, and ultimately failed to offer an opinion on the matter.
"I don't know what to say."
From the start, Shane had felt that something was off about his sudden death, so, busy searching for the real culprit, he had never harbored too much hatred toward Batman.
He was certainly angry. After all, it had been his first brush with death. Strictly speaking, if that gloomy old man hadn't been so obsessed with developing a weapon specifically to counter him, the Amazo Virus couldn't have exploited that mindset and the research that was already well over halfway complete.
Jason closed the back cover of the Radar and looked at Shane with a complicated expression.
"Do you hate him?"
"I've never denied having those particular feelings. In fact, most Viltrumites aren't afraid to love or hate."
Shane shrugged. Jason didn't know any better anyway, so there was nothing wrong with borrowing a little from the original story's description.
Besides, he no longer had that weakness.
"Normally, the real scourge virus weakens the source of Viltrumites' superpowers, reducing our bodies' ability to heal and leaving us with next to no immunity."
"From the beginning, I didn't think a scourge-like virus could kill me that quickly. In theory, it should've just turned me into a weakling for a while, at most."
There was no question about that. Batman's targeted countermeasures had never been designed to kill. Following that reasoning, even if the scourge-like virus the Amazo Virus had devised through Batman's brain had become more lethal, it shouldn't have been so terrifyingly effective.
"What actually killed me instantly was Vundabar's secret tampering and Darkseid's Omega Effect."
Reality would never follow a comic book's plot exactly. In the usual course of events,