Two ethereal figures silhouetted in the quick lightning of nightfall.
One tall and imposing, uniform gleaming patriotic colors and hair impeccably styled, standing sturdy while a crimson cape billows behind.
One on the ground, looking up, but not bowing down; camouflaged with the sweeping colors of the night, poised as if ready to pounce any second with swift and silent precision.
"Consider this mercy." Superman drops heavy weight into the three words, spitting them out like true poison. He pauses for a split second before turning around, walking away back into the black city.
He stops, however, at-
"Then tell me…"
Clark's eyes narrow in surprise.
Batman is rising, he can hear it. A lean shadow unfolding to full height.
"…Do you plead?"