Deep within the Batcave, a giant display screen was looping a thrilling combat recording.
In the footage, the scene of Tel-Rol catching lightning with one hand was repeatedly shown in slow motion.
Bruce Wayne sat in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard with a poker face.
His eyes gleamed with the kind of light that only appeared when analyzing the most dangerous enemies.
"Alfred, pull up all the data on Kryptonian physiology for me."
"Certainly, Master Wayne. But if I may say so, you look as if you're preparing to deal with a new supervillain."
The old butler walked over, holding a teacup.
"No, Alfred."
Bruce said without turning his head.
"I'm preparing to deal with an existence that might be even more dangerous than Clark."
On the screen, Tel-Rol's arrogant face was frozen and magnified.
Bruce created a new folder, titled: [Tel-Rol Contingency Plan].
The first subfolder: [Anti-Special Kryptonian Armor Design Draft].
"Master Wayne, are you sure you want to give him that codename?"
Alfred looked at the title on the screen and couldn't help but ask.
Bruce pulled up Tel-Rol's combat data analysis.
"Overwhelming strength, simple and brutal attack methods, and that madness of fighting for the sake of fighting."
"Most importantly, the white energy on his body is completely different from a Kryptonian's bio-field."
Just then, the Batcave's communication system rang.
"Bruce, we need to talk."
Clark's voice came through the loudspeaker.
"About Tel."
"I'm waiting for you."
Bruce pressed the connect button.
"Justice Hall, in ten minutes."
Ten minutes later, at Justice Hall.
Clark, Wonder Woman, and Supergirl sat around a circular table.
Diana's left arm was still bandaged, and her face was a bit pale.
"He's not an ordinary Kryptonian."
Diana clenched her single hand into a fist, speaking gravely.
"I've fought countless powerful enemies, but I've never encountered an opponent like him."
"He's like a beast born for battle."
"His technique is crude, but his strength and combat intuition are terrifying."
Clark nodded.
"I can feel that the energy within him is completely different from ours."
"That's not the power a Kryptonian should possess."
"It's more like something more primitive, more violent."
Kara said anxiously from the side:
"But he's our kin after all!"
"We can't just give up on him!"
"No one said we're giving up on him, Kara."
Clark immediately raised his hand and gently patted Kara's shoulder to comfort her.
"But we must face a reality—in his current state, he is a disaster for this world."
"I have a responsibility to guide him onto the right path."
"But before that, we need to be able to stop him."
Bruce's voice came from the shadows.
"So, you've decided?"
The three turned to look at Batman in the corner.
"Classify him as an A-level potential threat, with 24-hour monitoring?"
"These are necessary precautions."
Clark said heavily.
"I don't want to see innocent people get hurt because of my negligence."
Bruce walked to the table and placed a tablet computer on it.
The screen displayed a detailed threat assessment report.
"According to my analysis, his danger level already exceeds most known supervillains."
"His sheer power is enough to destroy a city."
"And he clearly lacks moral restraint."
Diana frowned as she looked at the data on the report.
"You've already started developing contingency plans against him?"
"That's my job."
Bruce replied expressionlessly.
"To create countermeasures for every possible threat."
"Including everyone here."
Clark said with some displeasure:
"He's my cousin! Discussing him like this makes me very uncomfortable!"
"Clark, I understand your feelings."
Diana said gently.
"But as heroes, we must prepare for the worst-case scenario."
"This isn't against him personally, but to protect more innocent lives."
While the group was discussing, in an apartment in National City.
Tel-Rol was sitting on the sofa, with over a dozen empty takeout boxes in front of him.
Kara stood at the kitchen doorway, watching the scene, her mouth twitching.
"You... you ordered takeout from every place in the entire block?"
"Mm."
Tel-Rol wiped his mouth.
"The taste was alright, just too little quantity."
"That's the entire stock of thirty restaurants!"
Kara felt her wallet crying.
"Do you know how much all this costs?"
"Money?"
Tel-Rol tilted his head, looking at her.
"What's that?"
Kara paced back and forth, taking deep breaths, trying to stay calm.
"Money is... it's used to buy things... Never mind, don't worry about that for now."
"Let's talk about your behavior today."
"You can't just run off to fight on other people's territory!"
"Especially a sacred place like Themyscira!"
Tel-Rol stood up and walked to the window.
His senses once again swept across the entire city.
Suddenly, he stopped.
In a corner of the city, he sensed a faint but very interesting energy source.
That energy was peculiar, carrying a dark and oppressive aura.
It wasn't very strong, but it had a mysterious quality that made one want to investigate it.
"Found it."
A smile curved his lips.
"Found what?"
Kara asked, puzzled.
"The next interesting opponent."
Tel-Rol turned to look at Kara.
"That guy in the black bodysuit, where is he?"
"Black bodysuit? You mean..."
Kara's face turned pale.
"You're not trying to pick a fight with Batman, are you?"
"Batman?"
Tel-Rol savored the name.
"Sounds weak."
"But since you're so nervous, it seems he might be somewhat interesting."
"No, no, no! You can't go looking for him!"
Kara quickly stood in front of him.
"Batman is not like us, he's just a normal person!"
"You'll kill him!"
"Normal person?"
Disappointment flashed in Tel-Rol's eyes.
"Then it's no fun."
"But..."
He carefully sensed that energy.
"The aura on him doesn't seem like a normal person's."
At the same time, above Gotham City.
Batman was patrolling the night sky in the Batplane.
Suddenly, the plane's alarm system blared frantically.
"Warning! Unknown high-speed object approaching!"
"Flight pattern: Non-Kryptonian standard!"
"Estimated contact time: Thirty seconds!"
Bruce watched the rapidly approaching light dot on the radar screen, his brows furrowed.
"Alfred, initiate emergency evasion procedures."
"Activated, Master Wayne. But the target's speed is too high!"
"Estimated contact in ten seconds!"
Bruce's finger hovered over the ejector seat button.
Through the cockpit glass, he saw a white streak of light hurtling directly towards him.
The light was strikingly visible in the night sky, like a falling meteor.
"Damn it..."
Bruce gritted his teeth.
"How did he find me?"
The white streak of light suddenly stopped less than ten meters from the Batplane.
Tel-Rol hovered in mid-air, curiously observing the uniquely shaped aircraft.
"Interesting toy."
His voice somehow reached inside the cockpit.
"The person inside, care to chat?"