Made the Kid So Mad He Started Talking

In the end, Superman handed Jonathan Kent over to Batman, whose face clearly showed his displeasure.

"Diana and Roland both offered to take care of Jonathan Kent, but you ended up sending him to me?" Batman sighed. "Why?"

"Need I say more?" Superman said frankly. "Putting aside everything else, when I go to pick up the kids, if Roland says, 'Your son is in my hands,' I reckon I'd have a heart attack on the spot."

"Kryptonian have heart disease too—" Batman glanced at Superman, "What about Diana? What's wrong with her?"

"Amazons's parenting style is a bit too hardcore," Superman explained. "Although Jonathan Kent can use Hydra as a jump rope without any training, I still hope his childhood is simpler—like Helena's."

"Suit yourself." Batman shrugged and handed Jonathan Kent to Damian after Superman left.

"Dad, what are you thinking?" Damian asked, holding Jonathan Kent, with some confusion.

"Anyway, you're going to take little Helena with you," Batman said casually.

"Huh? Little Helena is my sister, and she doesn't cry or make a fuss. This farm boy isn't so easy to deal with—" Damian complained as he followed Batman. "Seriously, we should have Kryptonite cage at home, right?"

Batman stopped in his tracks, remaining silent as he looked at Damian with disapproval.

"Alright, alright—farm boy, let's go." Damian pouted, glanced at Jonathan Kent in his arms, and muttered, "I was starting to like you."

"Get along well with the kids." A barely perceptible smile appeared on Batman's lips.

"Alright," Damian said to Jonathan Kent, "Come on, call me brother."

Jonathan Kent glanced at Damian, then floated up into the air. Before he was even a meter off the ground, Damian pointed a finger at him in the chest. "Looks like he's not invincible after all."

Jonathan Kent stared at Damian in astonishment, realizing he couldn't move.

"Hey." Damian picked up Jonathan Kent and shook him. "Kid, if you want to rebel against your brother, wait until all your teeth have grown in."

"Damian —you—aren't—my brother—" Jonathan Kent said stubbornly.

Damian wanted to tease him, but then suddenly realized something. "Wait, you—you didn't seem to be able to speak before, did you?"

Sector 666.

Superman was unaware that the first person his son called out to was Damian, and that he had already arrived at Ysmault, the gathering place of the Red Lantern Corps.

Members of the Red Lantern Corps are fighting amongst themselves; most of them lack self-awareness and are driven solely by Wrath.

On the wasteland stood some Cross, on which hung the names of murderers captured by the Red Lantern Corps. They had been dismembered, leaving only a few large pieces of their bodies hanging on the Cross.

"Brawling? Red Light — Wrath us—our hearts are on the verge of exploding—cannot—stop—hmm—thinking?"

"Meow." A small blue cat walked up to Superman and rubbed against his pant leg.

Dex Starr was originally a five-year-old kitten who was abandoned and then adopted and loved by a kind lady. One night, her owner was killed by burglars, and she was forced to live on the streets. One day, she was suddenly chosen by the Red Lantern Ring and became a Red Light Cat, no, Red Lantern.

"You've come." Atrocitus emerged from a pile of ruins in the wasteland. "Alright, stop your fighting. Let's have a meeting and discuss how to get through the Blackest Night."

"Is this really necessary?" Superman sighed and said to Atrocitus, "I think there are more important things to do right now than hold a meeting."

"What is it?" Atrocitus asked.

"Let's clean this place up first and make a place where one person can live." Superman looked at the ruins. If it weren't for the Red Lantern Ring, who would believe that this was the Red Lantern Corps' base?

Superman grew up on a farm in Kansas and was very skilled in masonry and carpentry, so he quickly built a row of farm cabins.

During this time, a few Red Lantern with muddled minds came to cause trouble for Superman, and Superman planted them directly in the ground, where they lined up in front of the cabin.

Over the next few days, Superman led the Red Lantern to clear land, repair the cabins they had destroyed, and even Universe some space animals to raise.

"Carl, come with me." That day, Atrocitus led Superman deeper into the wilderness.

"What's wrong, Atrocitus?" Superman asked him.

"I want to have a heart-to-heart talk with you, just like Bleez and the others," Atrocitus said after a moment of silence.

"Hmm." Superman nodded.

"I have spent my life on hatred, for my people have been slaughtered by the Guardians. This hatred naturally transformed into rampant rage, an unchanging formula in my life," Atrocitus said, pointing to his heart. "But not long ago, something changed here; the rage began to subside, and I am no longer the same as before."

"Perhaps this means you have something more important than Wrath."

"But how could it be? How could my anger not be so pure?" Atrocitus said through gritted teeth, "Especially when there is so much suffering in the Universe —so much injustice."

"----You seem afraid?" Superman said hesitantly.

"I'm thinking—perhaps Bleez sensed the change in me. A hint of a weakness that could kill me, maybe they all sensed it." Atrocitus wanted to roar at Superman after hearing this, but instead spoke slowly, "If these creatures are no longer afraid of me, what will they do? What won't they do? What is there that they wouldn't dare to do?"

The two continued walking and came to a dry valley.

"Many know that I created my Red Lantern. Few know that I failed. The botched experiment was buried by me in this remote valley of Ysmault," Atrocitus said. "This is also where I keep his body. This hated man. The mad Guardians of the Universe."

"Krona?" Superman asked, looking at the desiccated corpse on the stone platform.

"Yes, it's him." Atrocitus gently stroked Krona's body. "If you were alive, Krona, things would be much simpler. My Wrath would be pure and insane."

"But now, I may have a new path." Atrocitus ripped open his abdomen with his hands. "I offer you this blood of Wrath, Universe. Let me see the future path of the tyrant and the Red Lantern!"