digi-gal-rox: this was inspired, kinda through The Savage Time. Set in the Better World Timeline, the story told through the remaining Batclan, as they fight against the world that the Justice Lords had built, in order to bring back the world they had once lived in.

Prologue

The bullets hit him, as he stood motionless. Slowly he advanced towards the officers, who stood infront of him.
"Almost there," he said, bringing his hand to the com-link that sat in his ear, "What about you two?"

"Coming," he responded, throwing a punch to the officer before taking off.
"I'll catch up in a minute, wait for me," she responded, deflecting several bullets with her arm braclets.

Shoving some officers aside, he made his way to the closed doors, where he was.
"Superman, did you here me?" she asked, as the last remaining officer attempted to throw a greenaid at him, at which he caught at ease, crushing it. "Wait!"
"We've waited too long as it is," he responded.

He scrambled to put files into the case. He knew he was coming. If he was lucky, he'd just go to jail. That was how it always was.
"They couldn't see the beauty. No imagination, they'd rather fight-" Superman burst into the room, facing him. He continued to put files in the case.
"Even this wasn't enough for you, was it?" Superman asked, stepping into the office. "You had to have it all. Now we're at a break of a war that could destroy the whole planet."
"It would have been so perfect," he said more to himself, placing the last file in the case, "Paradise."
"I let it get this far because of the law," Superman said, now at his desk. "And the will of the people." he added darkly.
"The people?" he smirked, "This is their fault! Their going to burn for it," he said eyes wide. "Burn!"
"You're nothing but a mad dog now, are you?"
"Ooo! A threat! But this old dog still has a few teeth," he opened a small drawer, where a small red button sat.
"There are at least six different ways I can stop you right now," Superman said, as he looked up at him, thumb close to the red button.
"But they all end in deadly force, don't they? And you don't do that. No you need me. You wouldn't be much of a hero without a villian. And you do love being the hero don't you?" Superman narrowed his eyes slightly. "The cheering children, the swooning women," he listed off. "You love it so much, it has made you my most reliable complist."
"Accomlist?! What are you-"
"You could have crushed me anytime you wanted, and it wasn't the law and the will of the people that stopped you. It was your ego. Being a hero was too impotant to you. You have as much responsibile for this as I am, so go ahead, fix it some how. Put me on trial, lock me up." Superman narrowed his eyes. "But I'll be bitter, and we'll start the whole thing all over again." he began to lower his finger to the button.
"I did love being the hero." Superman lowered his head. "But if this is where it leads, I'm done with it." he looked up to face him, his eyes glowing red.

Quickly throwing a punch, he found himself tackled to the ground, but not before he could punch the officer off himself. She lent her arm to him, which he took gratefully.
"Thanks." he looked up, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Do you smell something?" her eyes widened with realisation and quickly took off towards the door, where Superman was. With him. He followed not too far behind.

They entered the room, where Superman stood close to the entrance, his back to the whole scene. She stared fearfully at the fire, and where he was.
"Hera..."
"Well, it had to be done." she looked at the scene, shocked, before facing Superman who stood at the window, his back to them.
"Are you O.K?" she asked, placing a hand on his broad sholder.
"I'm great." he smiled, facing her before turning to face the window again. From that moment on, everything was set clearly for him. For them. For the world.