Tak Tak Tak.
The sound of someone's knuckles rapping on the red solar energy and reinforced glass containment cell broke the silence that Superman sat in. The lights in the cell were always on, and the red solar energy constantly depowered him. He was sitting on the side of his bed with his head down, eyes closed, and hands clasped in front of him.
""What do you want Bruce?" Clark asked, not even raising his head.
Standing outside his cell on the extending platform that reached out to the cell was Bruce Wayne, or Batman as everyone now knew him as. He wore his outfit and no cowl.
"You've been locked up here for two years, surely you have something to say for yourself?" Bruce asked, wondering what Clark would say to him. He had been quiet and unflinching on any plans he had about his Regime.
"I don't have any words for someone who forgives Harlequin before even comforting his own friend. Tell me, how is it working with the woman who Joined the Joker to to kill millions, not counting the many other murders she has under her belt? How was it to work with the woman who kidnapped my wife? Was it worth it? Going back on your morals and code to lock me away while she walks free?" Clark said from his bed, but he was easily heard through the comms system in the room.
"Clark, I..." Bruce started before closing his mouth. He never really thought about how it felt for Clark. Ever since Alfred's death he had stopped caring what Clark felt. However, now that he did think about it, It was tantamount to spitting on everyone Clark lost on that day, including his wife.
"Save it Bruce, You can't hold me here forever. I will get out of here, and when I do, you won't be able to stop me" Superman said, looking directly up at him from his bed, his eyes filled with a cold hatred. Any hope Bruce had about Clark turning back to how he had been before everything had happened had been crushed.
Bruce looked down sadly before speaking again.
"I'm sorry it had to end this way" He said softly, however, Clark could hear him. A scowl crossed Clark's face. It seemed that Bruce was finally going to get rid of him.
"So, what is it going to be Bruce? Phantom Zone? The Void? I know you're not stupid enough to think I could be contained in somewhere like Arkham" Clark got up from the bed and asked him condescendingly from the other side of the glass.
"No Clark. You're going to Strykers. I had it rebuilt and renovated while you were locked away" Bruce said to him, his face stern.
"Strykers? Hahahahehehe" Clark laughed then looked Bruce in the face.
"Do you really think that place can hold me forever?" Clark asked, almost laughing at how naïve Bruce was.
"Yes" Bruce answered confidently.
"You're really naïve Bruce" Clark laughed for a moment before he became straight-faced.
"No you're not naïve. You always have a plan. What is it Bruce?" Clark asked from within his cell.
"Gold Kryptonite. Courtesy of Firestorm. I'm certain you feel your powers weakening right? That's not just from the red sun energy. I had your cell designed to release microscopic particles of gold Kryptonite in the air at constant intervals every day. Even if the red sun lamps were turned off, you couldn't escape this cell" Bruce explained, his voice laced with sadness at what he was about to do. Even after everything, in his heart of hearts, he would give Clark one last chance.
"You!" Clark shouted, throwing a punch at the cell right where Bruce's face was positioned.
Bruce was unamazed and gave Clark his final offer.
"Clark. I don't want to be your enemy anymore. The regime is over. Earth is back to how it was before all of this has happened. Come back to how we were before all of this happened. Before the Regime. Before the death" Bruce said before staying silent a good minute.
Clark looked at him in shock. After all Bruce had done. After all the things he did. The people he sent to Clark to kill him and his allies, he now wanted to go back?
"I'm willing to forgive you" Bruce said softly, barely more than a whisper.
Shock turned to rage as Clark gnashed his teeth and swung his hardest punch he ever had swung before at the cell wall right at Bruce.
Crack
His fist struck the glass as the sound of his knuckles shattering rang out.
"You son of a bitch!" Clark screamed slamming his fists into the cell wall over and over.
"You talk about forgiving me? You self centered egotist. I don't need your forgiveness. I need you Dead!" Clark finished with one final slam that left a hairline fracture in the glass cell. Bloody smears painted the glass where he had punched thousands of times.
Alarms began ringing around the cell.
Bruce stepped back from the cell looking much more hurt than if he was physically hurt. He had tried. He really did, but Clark was far too gone.
Clark then turned away and walked over to his bed and sat down. All those punches had cost him almost all of his energy, and he was tired. It must have been true what Bruce had said about the gold Kryptonite. He really was losing his powers slowly over time.
Was this really his fate? To be depowered and rot in a cell for all of his life?
Looking up, he saw Bruce turn away and walk down the extendable path to his cell as it retracted behind him slowly.
Bruce brought his hand to his right ear, pressing the speak button on his ear communicator.
"Do it" he said as he walked into the hallway across from the cell.
Back in the cell a green gas began filling the cell, making Clark feel drowsy before he fell to the floor unconscious.
This was where Bruce was supposed to secure Clark for transport using Kryptonite knock out gas, but someone beyond anything Bruce could hope to compete with intervened.
That person was Mr Mxyzptlk who had come back from the void after defeating Trigon.
With a snap of his fingers, Clark was gone from the universe.
Okay, so this is basically an injustice Superman from a world that's a mix of the comics, game, and movie injustice verse.
