The Batcave. The massive space is filled with the hum of technology, the Batcomputer displaying various security feeds from Gotham and the rest of the world. Superman, dressed in his iconic suit, stands beside Bruce, who is bent over a workbench, his eyes focused on a glowing crystal, the pink kryptonite. The air is thick with tension.

Superman stands, arms crossed, watching Bruce closely. The glow of the pink kryptonite pulses softly, casting an eerie light on the dark walls. There’s a subtle shift in the atmosphere as Bruce turns toward Superman, his expression unreadable.

Superman: eyes narrowing, a hint of unease in his voice. "I’ve never seen kryptonite like this before. You sure it’s safe?"

But before Bruce can respond verbally, something strange happens. Superman feels a sudden, sharp tug in his chest..a faint, but undeniable sensation that pulls him toward the kryptonite. His body tenses, and his breath hitches. It feels like a magnetic force, but more personal, more invasive. He stumbles forward a step.

Superman: struggling to maintain composure. "Bruce... what’s going on?"

He shakes his head to clear it, blushing heavily, his face feeling hotter, body becoming weaker..he doesn't know what's happening at all and it's making him panic a little. He sits down, covering his mouth as he shifts in his seat.

"I feel hot, like I have a fever, and sweat."

He looks at Bruce, his eyes looking a bit glassy, his voice is raspy and thick in his throat, slightly slurring

"Bruce, I feel, strange!"

He says definitely panicked now.