Metropolis.
Outside the Supreme Court.
Clark Kent stepped out of the helicopter.
His blue-and-red suit, with its underwear worn on the outside, looked somewhat glaring under the media's flashbulbs.
He did not resist, but his gaze was resolute.
He believed that as long as he turned himself in and told the truth, justice would ultimately clear his name.
"So naive it's almost cute."
"If this had been the Clark Zod met when he came to Earth, Clark probably would've handed over the Life Codex himself that very night."
Pero was at home several kilometers away.
Coffee in hand, he sat on the couch, watching this entire "live broadcast" through his Super-Vision with keen interest.
The various outrageous antics he had witnessed over the past few days had left him unwilling to bother with this world.
He watched Clark walk through the noisy crowd of protesters.
They held signs reading, "Go back to outer space!"
There was no expression on Clark's face.
"A human court trying an alien? I know this script. Is blowing up the courthouse next?"
Seeing the rather familiar scene, Pero instinctively thought Gunn's script was about to start drawing on Snyder again.
Clark entered the courtroom and stood in the defendant's dock. The atmosphere was solemn and austere.
Through Lex Luthor's machinations, the court had allowed the media to broadcast this trial live.
The cameras broadcasting around the globe kept Clark's face locked firmly in the center of the frame.
He stood alone in the dock, surrounded by soldiers armed with loaded weapons.
Lex Luthor appeared in court as the "victim" and an "expert witness."
The concern on his face made him look as though he were the big guy worrying himself sick over humanity's future.
"Your Honors, members of the jury, and people of the world."