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[ Does that make it better or worse, he wonders. It's hard to hate the dead — Superman's very public demise seemed to wipe clear Luthor's previous smear campaign, when it became clear just what had really been going on. The death of his son had passed so unmarked, but every memory of Jason, every piece of him, had been carefully enclosed behind glass. ]

[ Every horror survives. Bruce knows this. It's nearly a relief that this one's physical claws can't reach her. ]

I'm sorry, [ he says, softly. It won't do anything, but he is. For everything that shouldn't have happened. ]