Ch 6

When Alfred came and saw Bruce working on his new armor, he made it very clear where his opinion stood.

"You want to go to war?" Alfred asked.

"That son of a bitch brought the war, two years ago." Bruce said, a flash of anger in his eyes. "Jesus, Alfred. Count the dead. THOUSANDS of people. What's next? Millions? He has the power to wipe out the entire human race and if we believe there's even a ONE percent chance, we have to make it our absolute certainty."

"But he is not our enemy!" Alfred said.

Bruce shook his head.

Couldn't Alfred see his point?

He had seen dozens upon dozens of people killed in Gotham that day.

Even his own workers had died.

Every time the hero claimed to be good, they always lost their way and turned to villany, causing destruction to everything.

Every time Bruce saved people, one always died.

Well, that would stop here.

"Not today. We've seen what promises are worth." Bruce countered. "How many 'good guys' are left? How many stayed that way?"

He was going to stop Superman from turning bad no matter what.

The hard way.