01
He made himself appear so much like us he has almost everyone forgetting he’s not one of us.
Almost.
You’ve been referred to by some as the world’s greatest boy scout…
…fighting for truth, justice, and the American way.
As if that were some inseparable, holy trinity.
Truth? That’s in the teller. Just calmly messaged words that very well may be nothing but carefully finessed lies.
Justice? Belongs to the judge, who sits above those who put him there because they can’t trust themselves.
And the American way? It constantly evolves out of something that proroves to be true and a lie, just and more…
…all man are created equal.
You are not a man.
But they’ve made you their hero…
…and they worship you.
So tell me…
…what redemption do you offer them?
Those red eyes, I’m sure they look right through me, like I am nothing more than a nuisance. But when I see you?
I see something no man can ever be.
I see the end.
The end of our potential.
The end of our achievement.
The end of our dreams.
You are my nightmare.
But even staring at you—the abyass—I am not afraid.
Trust me—I’m not. Because whatever you have?
I have more…
I have hope.
02
A life, some would argue, is a series of problems.
There is no denying the truth in that— But why get lost in it? Why not rise above the truth…
…and lead a good life?
Shouldn’t we all look at problems as a chance for us to find…
…solutions?
-I’ve got feelings, Mona, I just keep them hidden, is all.
-Right next to all the aces up your sleeves？
-Better under the sleeve than on it.
I’ve made my business to see this city from every possible angle.
So I’d know it like the back of my hand.
And it’s ironic that Metropolis never look more magnificent to me…
…than when I see it from his angle.
But does he see what I see? Does he see the finest example of what humanity can accomplish, reaching for the sky?
Does he see a city that lives up to its past while defining its future?
Does he see the greatest city on the planet?
Or does he merely look down on it?
03
Respect is something that’s earned…
…not inherited.
More often than not, when choosing a path, it’s easy road that’s taken.
The reasons are obvious.Understadable…
…but ultimately, undefendable.
Because we were created to create ourselves…
It’s the greatest gift out creator gave to us.
The problem though, is that for many, a gift falls short of what they believe they deserve.
Born to greatness is a lie.
And fate was invented by cowards, but destiny…
…is something we hold in our hands.
I want to like Bruce Wayne…
And it’s not just because he may go out of his way to try to make certain that I don’t…
or that he relishes a part of lidfe I’m…uncomfortable with.
He conveys…animal magnetism. Maybe I’m jealous of that…
…or maybe, like so many, I’m drawn to it. I don’t know.
I’m not even sure it’s real, or part of his “millionaire playboy” facade.
But one thing’s clear about Bruce. Beyond the mask he wears…
…is his passion.
A palpable thing, that’s almost greater than the man himself.
And if there’s passion…
there’s desire.
And desire means there’s a hole in the man.
I wonder, not just what that hole is…
…but how deep it is.
And if I have the means to fill it.
-The dragon is real, Bruce, I’ve stood next to it. Hell—I’ve stood up to it…
…can you say the same?
-I’ve never met him.
-You don’t meet it—it meets you. Head on, and it buckles your knees, like a force of nature—
—but it isn’t natural.
-“It” has a name, Lex—
-—That we gave him, an attempt to humanize him—as pointless as naming a hurricane.
And think about what he can do…
…Think about a hurricane with a will.
Then multiply that intensity a thousand fold.
-Good thing he’s on our side.
-What if he changes his mind?
what if…tonight—he looks down at us and decides we’re not capable to manifest our own destiny?
What if tomorrow he wakes up believing he knows what’s best for us?
That it’s not enough to protect the world…
…when he can rule it?
The only safeguard we have against that happening…
…os his word.
And I say—his word—is not enough. Even if you believe it, does it make sense to accept it?
-What choice do we have?
-That’s the wrong question. What you should being asking…
is what we can choose to do about it?
I’m nor interested in bring him down…
…but obsessed with bring us up.
All of us—everyone—deserves a chance at greatness.
All that takes is the belief that it exists.
But his existence threatens not just that belief.
…but our existence.
I believe there’s something inherently dangerous when something real becomes mythic.
I believe when that happens, we lose the part of ourselves that yearns to be great.
Because when faced with a myth?
We can’t win.
So the mythic must be exposed for what it is.
So we can believe in ourselves.
Because it’s the only what’s in us…
…the drive to be mythic…
…that matters.
04
Insecure men, ignorantly seeking to tell people what to think.
But what we think, I’ve learned, is secondary…
…to what we feel. We are not machines…
We are human beings. And our intellect, for better or worse…
…is slave to our emotions.
Despite my standing, I feel the need to walk this city every day to keep my feet connected to its ground.
I own it that much, much like the others that walk it, own it…
…to me.
05
Those words, HOPE, mean the world to me…
Like a house of cards…
What’s real, can’t be argued with. There are chemical reasons that happen on a molecular level that make grass appear to be green…
unless one is color blind…
taking that into consideration…
…isn’t perception more real than reality itself?
I can’t change the color of grass…
…but can I change the way it’s percived?
I believe I can.
I know what you’ll do…
…because you’ve made it clear what you won’t. As hard as it is to believe…
…your arrogance may actually be greater than your abilities.
You profess a love of humanity, but that is an emotion you can’t possibly know…
…because those same abilities make it impossible for you to know its opposite.
It’s something that today has its grip on every heart in Metropolis…
…FEAR.
Right now, every citizen in Metropolis is glued to their television, wanting desperately for someone of strength to make that fear go away.
And like an avenging angle she swoops down…
Winslow-on his best day-was nothing but a pretty criminal and a failed human being.
I made him a monster.
This city fears him, and it watches, hoping for one thing…
JUSTICE.
A justice…
that at the last moment…
…is snatched from them.
I create hope.
With the aid of a man who feared for his family…
…and a boy in love with himself, I created a machine that imagined it was human.
I gave a fream a form I could touch…
…and I’ve delivered her to an altar for an alien to sacrifice.
An alien that holds life sacred above all else.
An alien that sees no life in hope.
But then, hope is an aspiration.
A beacon that shines brighter than any star, lighting the way for all mankind.
Hope is the refusal of the inevitable, a hand lifted to the clouds.
Hope is what makes us human. for when reality threatens to destroy us, we reach inward…
…and we create hope.
It’s the greatest gift we can give each other.
Though, it just may be the foundation…
…to a house of cards.
Even through the dust…
I see your eyes.
I know of all your remarkable “visions”, but let me tell you what you can’t see…
My soul.
You can’t. Because if you could… you would see a man, who willingly denid himself happiness…
who chose to give up hope…
for the world .
A world without superman.
What gives measure to a man’s choices…
…is what he has to give up to make them.
I am a man.
I hope.
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