No Matter The Cost
As the tears fell from his eyes he looked upon the body at his feet. The broken body of a man he had been powerless to save. His best friend. If he had only been faster. Only been stronger. He looked to the bloody smear that was all that remained of the creature that had taken the life of Bruce Wayne. On the remnants of his face a grin could just be made out. Looking down at his own blood covered fists he realised that the man known as Clark Kent had just died. Only Kal-El of Krypton remained. And he would never be powerless again as long as a breath remained in his body. As the last of his tears were swept away, lost in the wind, he set his sights on those who would take the lives of many. And he vowed to stop them. No matter the cost.