"He could've ripped you in half like a kid tearing through tissue paper while opening his presents on Christmas morning," Kon interrupted. "That's what normal people are to people like us. Walking, talking, wet paper towels." He added, animatedly, "And not even the Brawny paper towels, the cheap store-brand kid. Every day, every single second, we have to hold back, to the point it just turns into an unconscious thing. When we're punching people through walls, we're holding back. When we're lifting up buildings, we're holding back. When we're punching villains like Doomsday so hard the shockwaves break every window in the street? We're holding back."
So far, even with all the death and murder and senseless rage killings, his restraint had been impeccable. That was one thing Kon had realized while reading the comics. That's why several people sitting at the table were still alive. That's why the resistance had lived to get away more than once. Superman was too rage-happy, too willing to kill, and that was why some people died in each clash. But he also hesitated, held back - and that was why some of them always got away.
"We're talking about breaking into his fortress and freeing his prisoners. Convincing his parents to turn against him and taking them away from him in a situation he'll just mentally chalk up to kidnapping. Bringing in allies he thought were off the board. And you and your team are teaming up with absolute strangers from another dimension that he has no emotional connection to, like, at all, to try to drop ten tons of superheroic bricks on his head."
He leaned forward.
"His completely delusional brain is going to see that as an act of war, and he's going to see a bunch of us as evil, otherdimensional intruders from another world that aren't worth sparing. He's going to stop holding back. And so are the other Leaguers - because that's just him. He's not even the only one we have to worry about."
He pointed at Bats.
"You can't plan for everything. Even if everything goes perfectly, there's still like a 95% chance this is going to end with all of our heads crushed like grapes or heatvision lobotomies. If we don't have a backup, if we don't have some kind of big, red button to push in case it all goes to hell - a situation a bunch of us -" he gestured to himself, Catwoman, Harley, the ones the Spectre would likely target "- would already be dying in before the Spectre could get to us anyway - then...well, it's just your whole world, and, you know, the entire universe at stake, right? We're only going against a team of superpowered psychopaths led by a guy who can literally break a planet with one punch. Small potatoes, I guess."
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So far, even with all the death and murder and senseless rage killings, his restraint had been impeccable. That was one thing Kon had realized while reading the comics. That's why several people sitting at the table were still alive. That's why the resistance had lived to get away more than once. Superman was too rage-happy, too willing to kill, and that was why some people died in each clash. But he also hesitated, held back - and that was why some of them always got away.
"We're talking about breaking into his fortress and freeing his prisoners. Convincing his parents to turn against him and taking them away from him in a situation he'll just mentally chalk up to kidnapping. Bringing in allies he thought were off the board. And you and your team are teaming up with absolute strangers from another dimension that he has no emotional connection to, like, at all, to try to drop ten tons of superheroic bricks on his head."
He leaned forward.
"His completely delusional brain is going to see that as an act of war, and he's going to see a bunch of us as evil, otherdimensional intruders from another world that aren't worth sparing. He's going to stop holding back. And so are the other Leaguers - because that's just him. He's not even the only one we have to worry about."
He pointed at Bats.
"You can't plan for everything. Even if everything goes perfectly, there's still like a 95% chance this is going to end with all of our heads crushed like grapes or heatvision lobotomies. If we don't have a backup, if we don't have some kind of big, red button to push in case it all goes to hell - a situation a bunch of us -" he gestured to himself, Catwoman, Harley, the ones the Spectre would likely target "- would already be dying in before the Spectre could get to us anyway - then...well, it's just your whole world, and, you know, the entire universe at stake, right? We're only going against a team of superpowered psychopaths led by a guy who can literally break a planet with one punch. Small potatoes, I guess."