He had tried back in his dimension to stop all the violence in Metropolis and, instead, had spent four sleepless nights trying to put himself between every gun and every bullet, or hovering above the city, waiting for the next attack.
See? That one other Clark had a much better solution. He started to publicly execute perpetrators. And every man who looked at Lois.
In his dimension, unlike this one, every person in Metropolis carried a gun, and gun deaths outnumbered every other kind combined, but he had been determined to do something about it.
