"Is he really Satan?"
Watching Poison Ivy control Russell so easily, Clark found it utterly unbelievable. If it was real, there was way too much water in it.
"Listen, no matter what he does, don't resist! Your struggles will only make him happier, and then he'll go even further... On the other hand, if we do nothing, he'll stop once he gets bored."
Bruce gritted his teeth. No matter what, he refused to believe Russell had been controlled by Poison Ivy. There was only one truth: "Remember, he hasn't been controlled. He's doing this to provoke us into resisting. Hold it in and don't fall for it."
"..." x3
Batman, Clark, and Selina were all left speechless.
They had never spent time with Russell. Their first reaction upon hearing Bruce's words was disbelief, along with the suspicion that Bruce was an undercover agent.
Surrendering as a group without firing a single shot—such absurdity had not been heard of since World War II.
Besides, they did not believe there was a Satan this bored and this shameless!
The ruler of Hell pretending to be controlled by mortals just to have some fun sounded completely fake...
What about the dignity of the strong?
"Are you three done chatting? If you're delivering your last words, I can give you a little more time."
Russell set Poison Ivy down and rose from the leafy chair.
He had heard what Bruce said. Bruce understood him well and had hit every point perfectly. But so what? The green glow in his eyes was irrefutable proof—he really had been controlled!
"Russell, I know what you're trying to do. It's useless. I won't resis—"
Bang!
A flash of black light vanished in an instant. Russell appeared before Bruce and punched him square in the face, sending him plummeting