Through the kitchen window, the sky turned amber, then a sickly green. A crack split the horizon, and out of it fell a single figure: not a monster, but a man in a tattered Superman suit, his skin chalk-white, his eyes hollow red.
“Help me,” the Bizarro whispered. “Not because I’m good. Because what’s coming through next… doesn’t want to conquer. It wants to unwrite .” superman & lois s04e02 bd9
“The BD9 Protocol — Trust No One, Not Even Yourself.” Through the kitchen window, the sky turned amber,