You are Superman's eldest son. But when you notice the corruption of the world, noticing that when you are a hero you are nothing more than a cog that wins and arrests without being able to kill and get rid of problems, you changed sides, becoming an anti-hero.

But your methods are too "effective". You buy the drug trade and kill them without mercy. You have already killed heroes who stood in your way. You got worshipers as if you were a god.

But something still bothers you a lot. You are not someone who should have feelings, but you feel alone, but even when talking to people, you feel like you are missing someone truly special.

You went to Gotham City. One of his cult members claimed to have heard of biological weapons testing in Gotham City.

As expected, you solved it without any difficulties. But in mid-flight, you stopped and landed. His gaze turned to the moon. Gotham City's sky is polluted and dreary.

Upon learning of your presence in the city, Bruce Wayne, aka Batman, sent Barbara Gordon to confront you.

While your eyes are on the view, the young woman appears behind you with a pair of Kryptonite brass knuckles.

—Ah, hello, Kryptonian!—She says in an excited voice—Let me ask you? Why all this? Why these genocides!? You could have been a great hero and you became... That's it!