Colin soon brought Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy deep into the desert.
Ivy had crafted two living quarters made entirely of plants — one for herself and Harley, and another for Colin. Though she knew he probably wouldn't stay the night, she still prepared it anyway, because he had looked genuinely intrigued by her handiwork.
Harley sprawled across the soft, vine-woven bed, glancing at Ivy.
"When can we leave this place?"
Right now, she wanted nothing more than to take her bat and smash that damn clown's face in. That bastard had toyed with her heart one too many times.
"Not anytime soon," Ivy murmured as she lay down. "Just focus on planting trees for now. If you behave well enough, maybe we'll get to leave for a while."
She closed her eyes — her eyelids felt as though glued shut from exhaustion.
"Ivy?" Harley called softly.
No answer. The woman was already asleep.
"Guess I should sleep too…" Harley muttered, closing her eyes.
Morning.
Clark Kent and Lois Lane were ready to go. Their destination: the home of the man Colin had once saved. They weren't in any rush — if they truly wanted to, Clark could've carried Lois there in an instant. But instead, they chose to walk, like a couple on a quiet date.
After two hours, they arrived at a modest house. In the front yard stood a spirited-looking woman tending to her garden.
She noticed the two figures standing by her gate and tilted her head.
"Do you two need any help?" she asked kindly.
If they did, she'd gladly offer whatever assistance she could.
Lois smiled, showing her press credentials.
"We heard that a Superman named Colin helped someone here. We'd like to ask a few questions for a story…"
The woman blinked, startled. Reporters? Already? That was fast — almost unbelievably so. But despite her surprise, she invited them in.
Clark set up his camera, focusing the lens on Lois and the woman.
"Ma'am, what do you think of Superman Colin?" Lois asked.
The woman paused, reflecting on that day. She and her husband had been saved because of his faith — faith that had somehow moved Colin. And Colin hadn't just saved them; he'd told them to do good within their means.
After a moment, she smiled gently.
"Superman Colin is… kind and gentle. If you pray to him with sincerity, he'll answer you."
"Is that so? But I've heard that Superman Colin is rather greedy. Didn't he charge you any money?" Lois pressed.
The woman chuckled softly.
"No. We had nothing left — I was sick, and my husband had spent all our savings. But Mr. Colin helped us for free, and he asked only that we do what good we can for others. He's a good man — at least, he was to us."
The interview went on for nearly an hour before Clark and Lois took their leave.
As they walked away, Lois mused,
"To that couple, Colin's a benevolent god. But to others… he's practically a devil. The way people talk about him, it's like they're describing two entirely different beings."
Later that day, their article went live — "Superman Colin and the Deed of Kindness."
Within hours, it spread across the globe, helped along by unseen hands in governments and media networks.
Even prisoners caught wind of it.
In one dimly lit cell, the Joker held the newspaper, eyes dancing with amusement.
"Hehehehehe…" His laughter echoed through the concrete hall.
A story about Colin — how delightful.
To him, Colin was dreadfully boring. He could predict his every move. A man with such overwhelming power, yet still shackled by human morality — what could be duller than that?
If Colin ever tore those moral chains apart… then he'd be interesting.
Both Colin and Clark were bound by conscience. The only difference between them lay in their thresholds.
Clark's moral bar was impossibly high — even when mocked or scorned, he would still save those same people.
Colin's bar, however, hung dangerously low. If someone dared provoke him despite knowing his power, he'd simply assume they were asking for death — and grant it without hesitation.
Still, for all his flaws, Colin leaned toward the side of good.
"What a shame…" the Joker sighed. "If only he and Clark would break their moral leashes — now that would be entertaining."
Compared to those two "boring" gods, Batman was infinitely more fun.
In his mansion, Bruce Wayne set down his glass and glanced at the same article.
"Superman Colin's Act of Mercy."
If you read it alone, you'd think Colin was a paragon of virtue — a savior beyond reproach.
But reality painted a far darker picture.
Colin had killed many.
Enough to call him a butcher.
If law meant anything, he'd be branded a murderer.
But laws couldn't touch someone like him.
Colin stood above them — a being beyond judgment.
And that… was terrifying.
At least, to Bruce it was.
You couldn't rely on someone always choosing to be kind. What if, one day, Colin decided not to be? If he turned dark… humanity would face extinction.
Was there anything that could restrain him?
Bruce lowered the paper. He couldn't think of a single thing.
Not even the other Superman.
He still remembered vividly the day Colin beat Clark to the ground — the helplessness he'd felt watching it.
Colin was a mountain no one could climb, a force no one could match.
"Yo~."
Bruce looked up. Colin was walking toward him.
The billionaire had invited him here today — partly to discuss the mysterious Silent God Superman, and partly… for business.
Colin took a seat across from him, casual as ever.
"So, what did you want to talk about?"
Bruce met his eyes.
"I want to know more about that other Superman."