"If you ever hurt him again, I will kill you myself," spoke a gravelly voice from the corner of his bedroom. Clark had just returned home to his apartment and was getting comfortable when the voice spoke. He whipped his head up in alarm, eyes heating up in preparation of laser beams. They fizzled out upon recognizing the source of the threat as one of Bruce's sons. It was odd the man had decided to seek him out so soon after meeting the League, but Clark knew this was coming. The man leaned there in the corner, somehow managing to be casual and terrifying at once. His entire head was covered by a red hood, and his hands were twirling around some guns. Clark was amused but wary, doubting this man could hurt him, but considering who his father was...

"These are Kryptonite bullets by the way," he said casually, as if he could sense Clark wasn't taking him seriously. He was wholly unprepared when the man pulled the trigger on one of the guns, never stopping his twirling. The bullet hit Clark in the knee and for a moment he felt nothing, then, suddenly, all he could feel was the blinding pain. He managed to just stop himself from screaming as he dropped to the ground, clutching his knee. Hood crouched beside him, one gun aimed at his head and the other at his heart. As if the bullet in his knee wasn't enough to weaken him.

"I thought the Bats don't kill," he grated out, trying to show less weakness. He knew the Batclan didn't like the League, but this was a whole new level.

"Eh, some of us don't, some of us do. Hell, I've tried to kill the Joker, Red Robin, and Batman on multiple occasions myself." He shrugged nonchalantly after speaking, as if this was common knowledge. And maybe it was; when researching Batman, he had never looked into the rumors and theories about his associates, thinking them to be just myths.

"Consider your message received," he spat, getting angry that this man would dare do this to Superman. Either he was very smart or very stupid, and, given that he was a son of Batman, the odds were leaning towards very smart.

"Good! Now, this better never get back to the rest of the Batclan, if you catch my drift." And with that, he disappeared, leaving Superman with a Kryptonite bullet in his knee on the floor of his own bedroom.