The world needs to know what happened in that desert. And to know what he stands for. How far will he take his power. Does he act by our will, or by his own.
The world has been so caught up with what Superman can do, that no one has asked what he should do.
My world doesn’t exist anymore.
Farmer’s dream is all some people have. It’s all that gives them hope.
Criminals are like weeds, Alfred. Pull one up, another grows in its place.
All this time. I’ve been living my life the way my father saw it. Mending wrongs for a ghost. Thinking I’m here to do good. Superman was never real. It’s just a dream of a farmer from Kansas.
The Red Capes are coming! The Red Capes are coming!
Nobody cares about Clark Kent taking on the Batman.
