It was not Superman's habit to tresspass on Batman's territory, but the Alien Threat was simply too great to ignore. It was a monstrous being, twelve feet tall with a scaly hide as black as fresh asphalt and glowing red eyes. With one punch it sent Superman flying out of the solar system. The sonic boom shattered every window within a thousand yards and killed a young beagle named Kevin. The Alien Threat let out a deep guffaw and turned to begin turning Gotham City into a smouldering ruin of smouldering ruins.
Batman was standing behind him, arms crossed, with a frown so deep it made the Grand Canyon look like a crack in the sidewalk.
The Alien Threat raised his fist to smash the Dark Knight into a smear of person jelly.
"I'm Batman," Batman said.
The Alien Threat froze in place. It locked eyes with the Caped Crusader, deathly red fire battling opalescent white ice. Minutes passed. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face and dripped onto the ground, melting a small pit into the concrete.
Very slowly, the Alien Threat lowered his fist and began backing away slowly from Batman. He slunk back into his spaceship and blasted off.
Batman glared at it.
It exploded.
"I'm Batman," said Batman.