Ms. Lane, you may assure your readers that everyone at Lexcorp knows this disaster for the senseless tragedy it is. My heart goes out to its victims and my hand, to their protector. This stranger's amazing actions no doubt prevented the deaths of countless lives. Meaning that whoever he may be, he is a friend to Lex Luthor.

I told you. That's Kryptonite, Superman. Little souvenir from the old home town. I spared no expense to make you feel right at home. You were great in your day, my friend. But it just stands to reason, when it came time to cash in your chips, this old "diseased maniac" would be your banker. Mind over muscle?

 I understand now. You can't just be anywhere else, Superman. As long as you stay in Metropolis, people will die. And you have to take that responsibility. If I were you, I have to think about it.