- You're going back to Arkham, Ivy.
- Oh? Is Batman your new boytoy?
[snaps fingers]
I have one too.
- Stay away from her.
- You heard my Superman.
Lover?
Kill them.
- Tell me you have a plan.
- Yes.
Run.
- You thoughtless worthless stupid meat!
I don't get my money if they're still alive.
- I won't... kill..
- Are you trying to resist?
Seems my kryptonite kisses need a touch up.
Find them.
Kill them.
- Yes.
- Ugh. Help these days.
- How is he not on us?
He's as fast as a—
Well, you know.
Lead-lined tunnels, courtesy of LexCorp.
They'll buy us some time.
- But this is Superman.
- Yes. And if he wanted, we'd be dead already.
Deep down, he's a good person.
And deep down...
I'm not.
- That's the jewelry?
Normally I'd be disappointed.
- You clear on your part?
- Standard snatch and grab.
Not like I haven't done it before.
That's my cue.
- Listen to me Clark, I've opened the gas main.
One spark from your heat vision, you blow up the entire block.
And you know what building we're under.
- Now remember what I said about the gas main?
I lied.
- That...
hurt.
- It was supposed to.
[Lois grunting]
- What are you doing?
What— Get your hands of me!
- Shut up and hope the big blue boy scout snaps out of it.
- Get control, you can save her!
It's your choice.
Not Ivy's.
[Superman growls]
Dammit.
- Okay, looks like we do it the hard way.
- AHHHH!
Superman, help!
- Huh.
How's your day been, honey?
Mine's been ...eventful.
- I'll explain everything, I promise.
I, uh, blacked out for that part.
- You better have.
- Catwoman!
- He made me do it.
[Batman] I wouldn't get too comfortable if I were you.
- Shit.
[Ivy groans]
- Was that really necessary?
- Yes. - Yes.
- You could have gotten Lois killed.
- I had faith you'd save her.
- Hm.
- Batman, catch.
- Synthetic kryptonite.
- You know who made it?
- Working on it.