Well, this part might be short, but it's heavy on angst. And, honestly, I couldn't stand much more in one single part, so it's just perfect, if you ask me.
Wayne Irig is looking at the way we fill up the table, and we suddenly all start shuffling our chairs to get back the empty space that Batman left behind.
"W-Wayne?"
That was Rick. He sounded like he was choking or something.
"Yeah, and so?"
"Nothing, uh, it reminds me of.... Bruce Willis?"
Bruce Willis? Not Wayne? Bad association, Batboy!
"This incoming Kryptonian ship is a missile bound for the Earth, which may scatter deadly Earthite over large areas as it hits us? We've got to destroy the ship before it's getting much closer, Doctor Klein!"
I thought you were a fan of the old, slightly funny Batman. This one is more like the cold-blooded type from recent publications.
Anyway, as much as I hate it, he *is* right. You can't sacrifice thousands or even millions to have a chance to save one.
Can't wait for the conclusion. Maybe Clara is impervious to both earthite and kryptonite, being neither fish nor fowl, so to speak?