>>6308868Without replying, you gather your energy into your eyes, preparing your eye beams. In response, Superman does the same, his own eyes glowing a menacing red. Then, with a thought you fire your beams, but not at the Kryptonian. Who was about to fire his own, but stops the moment your beams turn, his eyes widening in shock. Your attack heads straight at the still-laughing clown instead, flying straight through his eyes as he laughs. Cutting him off mid-laughter, killing him instantly. Ending your beam, the deceased body with two smoking holes where its eyes were drops, slumped to the ground. Dead.
“Listen. Superman. It's not over.” you tell him, walking over and placing your left hand on his right shoulder, meeting his gaze. “We can bring them back, bring everyone back.”
“You-what? That's not possible.” he says, you seeing despair warring with the sudden hope in his eyes. “They're all dead. Because of me.”
“Only for now. On another planet in our empire, far in isolated space are seven magical orbs, called the Dragon Balls. That, when they're gathered, can grant any wish within their power.” you tell him, seeing his eyes widening, mouth opening slightly in shock. “With their power, once this Tournament of Power's over, and they've fully recharged, we'll use them to bring them all back. Your wife and unborn child, everyone.”
“Are you... Are you sure this will work?” he asks hesitantly, you seeing the hope growing in his eyes. To which you nod solemnly.
“Yes. And it can even save the unborn child. We've... Unfortunately had to put that to the test recently, but even the unborn can be brought back to how they were before.” you tell him, seeing the Kryptonian's sigh of relief, feeling the burden he's carrying leaving his shoulders as he collapses to the ground.
“They're not gone...” he mutters, bringing his hands to his face as his body trembles. You turn, seeing the Batman glaring at you. So, you leave the Kryptonian's side, turning fully to face the black-cowled man as you reach out telepathically.
“What? Do you disagree with my method? That this monster should have suffered first before I killed him?” you ask telepathically, Batman shaking his head. And for just a moment, images flash through your mind. Of others he's hurt, even a woman close to himself, one of his disciples was paralyzed and another beaten to near death with a crowbar then blown up. “No, not that. What's the problem?”
“Tell me. Is that really true?” he asks you, stone-faced. “If you're giving him hope, only to tear it away from him, I will end you myself.”
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