Two figures were in the ruins of a once great building, the same one that was destroyed in an attempt to frame the so-called "fake god." One was in a dark black, metallic suit, half of the face torn off to reveal the aging Bruce Wayne, mainly known as Batman. He stood over a defeated Superman, his metal boot on the alien's throat, with a kryptonian spear leveled at his heart.
"M-Martha" he gurgled beneath the weight on his throat, causing the weapon to waver. The man's ocean blue eyes were wide as he struggled to speak, hoping for some chance at life. "They h-have Martha." He said once again, feeling the boot ease only slightly, shaking above him.
"Why do you keep saying that name?" Batman shouted at him, astonished and full of rage that he would dare say his deceased mother's name to him.
"My mother." Superman said, underneath him. "They are going to… to kill her."
Suddenly, the boot eased, allowing him proper breathing room. The spear was moved a safe distance from him. Batman looked down at him, obviously shocked at this revelation, and to Superman's eyes, he looked like he could have fainted from the shock if he were anyone else.
Before he could say another word, though, a girly, high-pitched squeal suddenly escaped the other man's lips. "Ohmygosh your mom's name is Martha?" He asked, suddenly sounding like a teenage girl who learned she was getting Starbucks. "My mom's name is Martha, too!" He lowered his hand to him, ready to pull him up.
"We could, like, totally be best friends." Batman went on, grinning and revealing his perfect, multi-millionaire teeth at him. "But I gotta confirm this:" he hesitated for a moment. "What's your favorite animal?"
Superman froze. His life was on the line, if he could get Batman on his side, he could rescue his mother and not have to be his rival. The alien looked over the other man's dark suit, which resembled a bat.
His suit was supposed to be symbolic, right? To show that he was of the night, the darkness was his natural habitat, that was where he worked best. Maybe that meant Batman really liked his namesake? It was worth a shot…
"Uh… bats?" He said weakly, praying the man would accept that as an answer. But the only reaction was the sudden weight on his throat. A blinding green light filled his vision as the kryptonian spear was held over his face.
The green glow was the last thing he ever heard before the spear was plunged into his heart.