"Sir—what are you—" The restaurant manager stared, dumbfounded. He had never encountered anything like this before and had no idea what to say.
"His guardian is Lex Luthor. You can ask him for compensation later," Superman helpfully reminded the restaurant manager.
"Oh—" Before the restaurant manager could recover, he saw Bizarro start gnawing on the chandelier. "I'll call LexCorp right away—"
When Lex Luthor received the restaurant manager's call, he felt as though he were dreaming.
"Boss, what should we do next?" Mercy asked.
"Go bring Bizarro back." Lex Luthor held his head, then felt a sharp stab of pain. "Pay whatever damages they ask for—no, just buy the restaurant outright."
"Yes, boss." Mercy nodded. "Should we rename the restaurant?"
"Whatever you like. Don't ask me about trivial things!" Lex Luthor waved irritably. At a time like this, how could he possibly care about such petty details? "I wonder what those two have done to Superman."
"Superman really is getting a little ridiculous," Roland said as he watched Superman call the Daily Planet's editor-in-chief in Clark's voice and demand a raise in an extremely forceful tone.
"—Something seems wrong with his brain, too," Batman said. "Are you sure he'll return to normal after a day?"
"Probably." Watching Superman, Roland felt less confident. "Look on the bright side. He hasn't done anything bad, has he? He's a lot better than you were when you turned evil."
"Hey, I—" Batman wanted to swear.
The next moment, Superman used super-speed to dress them both in Robin Suits he had obtained from who knew where, then took photos to commemorate the occasion.
By the time Roland felt the suit squeezing his balls, it was already too late.
"To think Superman has become this evil! Now we have no choice but to deal with him!"