The Bat Team lay hidden outside Metropolis.
Barry Allen watched Homelander on the screen, trembling with excitement. "My God... he knows exactly what to say! I can barely stop myself from running!"
Slade gave a low chuckle.
"A perfect liar. But I like this liar."
Bruce watched the man on the screen challenge Superman at Kent Farm.
Alien modification, battles in deep space—he suspected Homelander had made it all up on the spot.
But he didn't care.
"He did it," Bruce said quietly. "He gave this world what it needed most. Now it's our turn. Get ready!"
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Smallville, Kent Farm.
"Mr. Milk Candy! That was so cool!" Harley Quinn set down the camera, rushed over, and wrapped her arms around Homelander's waist. Her hands slid lower without drawing attention. "I swear, I nearly cried!"
"Not yet, pumpkin." Homelander smiled and patted her head. "The main course is just getting started."
He had barely finished speaking.
A red-and-blue figure suddenly appeared and slammed into the ground fifty meters in front of Homelander like a falling meteor.
The earth shook violently. Stones scattered, and dust billowed into the air.
Boom!
Only then did the deafening sonic boom reach them from the distance.
"Oh, boy! The big guy's here! Show time!" Harley Quinn snatched up the camera and retreated a dozen meters, adjusting her shot.
When the dust cleared,
the figure the whole world feared finally came into view.
Superman. Clark Kent. Kal-El. Henry Cavill, with a little padding.
He slowly straightened. He took no fighting stance, merely stood there