"This is suicide, Master Wayne!" Alfred screamed as Bruce climbed into his bat suit. His glistening armour had recently been created out of the strongest earth metals, lined with diamond and so heavy even the great Batman had to use a support enhancing machine with it.
"Alfred, he is no longer the hero he was. This day was always in the horizon" Bruce screamed back.
"He is a god!" Alfred warned.
"And I shall kill him" Bruce said as his suit was finally on. He hurried across the bat cave and stepped into the Batwing, ramped up this time for his encounter with the god.
"Don't do this Bruce, he is not our enemy..." Alfred pleaded.
"He was not our enemy when he came to us on this planet Alfred. He definitely has become one now" Bruce replied as the modified Batwing took to the skies.
As the Batwing rose an explosion filled the cave. The wall heated up as a red beam pierced the waterfall. Batman screamed as his Batwing climbed I tot he air, dodging the red beam of destruction. The red caped super-being followed, leaving a destroyed cave behind him. As the cave collapsed, Bruce heard Alfred scream.
"No!" Batman screamed, in pain and agony. He flew his Batwing across the skies of Gotham. His anger building and his pain growing. He had not believed what he had said to Alfred completely, till the alien had killed the only family he had left.
...
This was not how it was supposed to be. Only the Bat was supposed to be hurt. Superman had seen him flee, as his loyal servant perished. Oddly, Clark did not feel much remorse at this death. The people of Gotham had gone too far. The Batman had gone too far. They would suffer, and this was only the first strike.
Soon, a time would come when his conscience could be completely buried and then Gotham would burn. But today an innocent had died and the Clark Kent in him would not allow him to stay in the god-forsaken city for any longer.
Superman flew back to Metropolis and into his former apartment, the things were still the same. No one had dared to come here except him. And he came here only for a few minutes every day. He thought back to how a few days ago Martha had implored him to come back. But it had been too much, and he was not ready yet.
Clark looked around, but everything reminded him of Lois. He left the apartment yet again, knowing he would return the next day only to leave over and over as he had been since the incident. Things would never be the same for the Man of Steel ever again.
Superman did not stay in Metropolis much longer after that. He flew off, away from Metropolis, away from Gotham to the one place that really mattered now. The only place where he could be truly free.
In the Sahara Desert his followers waited. Guns hoisted and war-ready, the Red Capes prepared for a war. A war against the government. A war against those that did this to her.
Superman descended to the underground bunker, built even to withstand his force and power. Inside lay a freeze chamber, which he gazed upon every day.
Superman looked at Lois inside the chamber, noticing once again her faint heartbeat and breathing. His eyes moistened like they usually did. The cuts in Lois' head were very clear. The injuries had almost killed her.
"I will make things right again Lois" he mumbled.
...
Luthor looked at the smoke and fire rising in the horizon in Gotham.
"There goes the Batcave" he grinned to himself, followed by a maniacal laughter. He was overjoyed to see his master plan coming together so well.
"I think they will be coming to see me very soon. Especially the bat" Luthor exclaimed. He jumped back into his tower. He skipped down his stairs, flipping out his cell phone and calling his assistant ,"How's the kryptonite coming along?"
"It's about to reach the city, sir" she replied.
"Reroute it to Gotham" Luthor said.
"Yes, sir. Anything else?" she asked.
"Oh, and get me Bruce Wayne on the line" Lex said, thinking of the hilarious look Wayne would have on his face when Lex revealed he knew.