"What exactly are you? What are you planning to do to me?"
Superman's face was covered in green, his expression like a mask of agony. He had already inhaled a large amount of Kryptonite spray, and now the skeleton had given him an external application of Kryptonite as well. The pain he was in went without saying.
It was not just physical torment; his mind could not endure it either. As the Kryptonite components flowed into his brain with his blood, he even began to develop certain symptoms of mental illness.
For instance, hallucinations—seeing things that did not exist, or people who had died. Or dissociation, becoming unable to control his emotions and being driven by rage.
Whether natural or artificial, Kryptonite affected Kryptonians in much the same way, especially after Batwoman had invented a whole host of impossible-to-guard-against uses for it.
In the past, when Luthor used Kryptonite against Superman, it was the simplest sort of application—making Kryptonite armor, making a weapon out of it, that sort of thing.
But after Batwoman joined this "arms race," the clash between two geniuses produced quite a few sparks of ingenuity. For example, Batman invented the Kryptonite Flashlight, a handheld device that emitted Kryptonite radiation.
Still, it was not entirely a bad thing. After all, Batwoman's inventions had benefited Superman as well. Long ago, the Justice League had not even been able to give Superman injections or draw his blood. It was Batman who came up with the idea of a Kryptonite needle.
Batman's shadow was present in Superman's married life as well. There was no need to go into detail; Lois was very grateful to Batman, anyway.
Clack! Clack!
The skeleton, draped in Spider Web and wearing a tailcoat that looked like a hole-riddled outfit, opened and closed its jaw at