Dick's POV

I jerked awake. Oh great, and there's the headache. Must of used chloroform. Way too much chloroform. I heard a groan to my right. I looked that way. My eyes widened.

"Batman?" I asked. "Are you okay?" He grunted. 

"Well, well. Isn't that sweet." My head snapped around. My eyes narrowed.

"Luthor." I snapped. He stepped forward slightly and smirked.

"I would like to show you something." He told me. I Bat-glared at him. He turned and raised his arm. There was a device in his hand. He pressed a button. I flinched. A TV turned on. Oh, a remote. I shook my head slightly and snorted. I can't believe I thought that was a bomb. I turned my eyes back to the television. On it was......Superman. He looked wrong, skin gray and hair messy instead of his usual perfect Boy Scout hair. He looked....dead. I gasped. Batman groaned again next to me. He was fighting the police. There was a reporter on and she was talking.

"-And while no one knows why the Man of Steel has turned, it is very clear that he has the full intentions of killing." The officers on screen threw what appeared to be grenades. Those, of course, did nothing. They then started firing at him with handguns. And then their guns ran out. The three officers that were left threw aside their guns and ran at him. The began punching him. Lex Luthor stopped smirking and stared at the TV. I looked at him.

"Did they just go from grenades to guns to fists?" I asked, bewildered. He nodded slowly. Then shrugged. He tossed the remote on the ground.

"Have fun stopping him. You have kryptonite, you can stop him. Goodbye." And he walked away. I looked at Batman, who was staring at the TV. He slowly shook his head.

"The Metropolis Police are idiots. They are really, really stupid." He mumbled.