- Oh? Is Batman your new boytoy?

[snaps fingers]

I have one too.

- Stay away from her.

- You heard my Superman.

Lover?

Kill them.

- Tell me you have a plan.

- Yes.

Run.

- You thoughtless worthless stupid meat!

I don't get my money if they're still alive.

- I won't... kill..

- Are you trying to resist?

Seems my kryptonite kisses need a touch up.

Find them.

Kill them.

- Yes.

- Ugh. Help these days.

- How is he not on us?

He's as fast as a—

Well, you know.

Lead-lined tunnels, courtesy of LexCorp.

They'll buy us some time.

- But this is Superman.

- Yes. And if he wanted, we'd be dead already.

Deep down, he's a good person.

And deep down...

I'm not.

- That's the jewelry?

Normally I'd be disappointed.

- You clear on your part?

- Standard snatch and grab.

Not like I haven't done it before.

That's my cue.

- Listen to me Clark, I've opened the gas main.

One spark from your heat vision, you blow up the entire block.

And you know what building we're under.

- Now remember what I said about the gas main?

I lied.

- That...

hurt.

- It was supposed to.

[Lois grunting]

- What are you doing?

What— Get your hands of me!

- Shut up and hope the big blue boy scout snaps out of it.

- Get control, you can save her!

It's your choice.

Not Ivy's.

[Superman growls]

Dammit.

- Okay, looks like we do it the hard way.

- AHHHH!

Superman, help!

- Huh.

How's your day been, honey?

Mine's been ...eventful.

- I'll explain everything, I promise.

I, uh, blacked out for that part.

- You better have.

- Catwoman!

- He made me do it.

[Batman] I wouldn't get too comfortable if I were you.

- Shit.

[Ivy groans]

- Was that really necessary?

- Yes. - Yes.

- You could have gotten Lois killed.

- I had faith you'd save her.

- Hm.

- Batman, catch.

- Synthetic kryptonite.

- You know who made it?

- Working on it.