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Not enough time. He’d gotten all but one hostage, but now -
One hope -
“KAL!” Bruce shouts, and Jim flinches at the yell. Four. Three. Two-
An earsplitting thoom as the building breaks around them. Superman clamps the dirty bomb between his hands, and a half second later those hands flare with light. For a second his veins, his bones are outlined, as he kneels there, utterly still.
“You came,” Bruce rasps.
Clark looks up at him. Intent. Always, that look says.
The glow in his cupped hands fades. “Who?” he asks, ripping apart Jim’s chains.
“Riddler,” Bruce growls. “Let’s go.”