The Dark Knight Returns: Remember
Published on February 23, 2017 by Paul Ciano
You sold us out, Clark. You gave them the power that should have been ours. Just like your parents taught you to.
My parents taught me a different lesson, lying on this street, shaking in deep shock, dying for no reason at all. They showed me that the world only makes sense when you force it to.
I’ve got a visual. It’s him.
Do not engage. Just monitor his position.
Wait, I lost him.
Don’t worry. He can’t hide from what’s coming.
We don’t have to do this.
Sure we do.
Bruce, be reasonable. You know what my orders are.
You say you answer to some sort of authority. They only want me dead because I’m an embarrassment. Because I do what they can’t. What kind of authority is that?
It doesn’t matter. It’s their world and they won’t stand for you anymore. If it isn’t me, it’ll just be someone else.
Really. Who do they send after you?
Bruce, this is idiotic.
That was three ribs, Bruce. Don’t make me do this.
It wasn’t easy to make, Clark. It took years and cost a fortune. Luckily, I had both.
You’re feeling it now, aren’t you? What the rest of us live with every day. Your own mortality.
Don’t worry, you’ll survive. The kryptonite will work its way out of your lungs soon enough.
But I didn’t have to go easy on you. A different binding agent, a stronger mix. I want you to remember that. I wanted to remind you to stay out of my way.
In all the years to come, in your most private moments, I want you to remember the one man who beat you.