Batman: When I Went Crazy, Even I Was Afraid of Myself

At the edge of the desert, the pitch-black, genuine Anti-Deathstroke Armor... ahem, the pitch-black "Gotham Guardian" Battle Armor tore through the white air currents high above.

Behind it, two Kryptonian Soldiers in black armor pursued closely. Four Heat Vision beams crossed in a scissor pattern and swept toward the target ahead.

Bruce controlled the armor and narrowly avoided being cut in half at the very last moment.

It might have been a close call, but if it happened too often—or if every escape was that narrowly timed—then just how dangerous it was became debatable.

Bruce was still gathering data. Individual Kryptonian Soldiers varied in strength, and their upper limit remained unknown. He was currently probing their lower limit, assessing their threat level, and comparing them to several dangerous people on Earth.

The conclusion was not optimistic. Fortunately, Krypton had already exploded. Otherwise, if a Kryptonian army marched straight in, humanity would not stand a chance.

The gap in natural talent was simply too great. Human civilization had struggled for so long, yet it still could not compare to Kryptonians casually having two children.

At the same time, he raised Clark's threat-level classification to the highest rank.

Having a superhero on Earth to uphold justice was a good thing. Clark's character and integrity were models of moral virtue. Just as Russell had said, Bruce had to admit that although Clark was a Kryptonian, he possessed far more humanity than most Earthlings.

But the risk was too great!

Clark had brought General Zod and his group here today. What about tomorrow?

General Zad? General Reed?

After Krypton's destruction, were General Zod's remnants really all that remained? Were there truly no other troublesome figures out there?

Bruce was willing to trust Clark, but who would bear the risks behind that trust? Earth, or