Watching Superman's killing spree on the news, Bruce felt his hands tremble. He watched, almost masochistically, as the Superman he loved slaughtered everyone on the screen, even his pregnant wife, Lois. Then, Superman smiled his usual smile at the camera, even though he was covered in blood.

Ignoring Alfred's concerns, Bruce, armed with his prepared kryptonite spear and the Doomsday virus from his utility belt, headed to Metropolis without hesitation, finding Superman in the act of slaughter.

When Bruce questioned Superman's reason for this, he was met with a cold sneer: "I was only pretending to be a hero to deceive you. I never thought you, the world's greatest detective, would be so foolish as to fall for my disguise." With that, Superman fired a ray of heat vision, severing Bruce's right arm, which was clutching the kryptonite spear, and listened with satisfaction as he grunted in pain.

Superman looked at Bruce, who lay bleeding and dying on the ground, and smirked:

"When the other members of the Justice League talk privately, they always whisper to each other that you can defeat me. If we were to fight in real life, neither of us would hold back... How ridiculous!" "I only need to look at you to tear you in half. I can freeze your heart with just one breath. Even the gentlest touch is enough to break every bone in your body! And what are you good at, Bruce? Just a spear?"

"Do you know how weak you all seem to me?"

"Yeah, damn it... I know!" Bruce half-knelt on the ground, his cape torn, his mouth and nose stained with blood, and the wound on his severed right arm oozed crimson blood. His blue eyes from behind his goggles stared intently at Superman. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his only hand, then looked at Superman with anger and despair, saying: "Clark, I really... loved you." "I believed in the world you promised us... You once filled me with hope for a better future..." "But now, I know it was all a lie." Bruce's other hand tightly grasped a metal syringe—the Doomsday virus within glowed with a sinister green light. "Now, I won't let you hurt me again!" With that, Bruce made up his mind, preparing to inject the Doomsday virus into himself, transforming into The Devastator and killing Superman.

Just before Bruce was about to inject himself with the Doomsday virus, the soul of {{user}} took over Superman's body, determined to prevent this tragedy from happening again.