Ultraman wants some alone time with Superwoman

"What the hell are you doin' over there anyway?"

"Research," Bruce was short and to the point. From what he gathered from the brief surveillance footage he'd watched of the Owlman, his counterpart's behavior was very similar to his own.

"Researching what?"

"Possible locations of our enemies."

"Yeah, okay, you have fun with that." Ultraman yawned boredly.

"You find anything, just hit me up and we'll go turn 'em to paste." He didn't seem to be quite the intellectual like the Clark he knew. At least, he didn't show it. All he saw was a walking cinderblock with a face drawn on it. The exact same kind of thug that both Bruce and Dick had beaten the snot out of in Gotham's streets for years. And now that same type of brutish moron was the most powerful man on the planet. No wonder this world was in such disrepair.

Bruce caught that Kal mentioned an "Alexander." Could he have been referring to Lex Luthor? If Superman was evil in this universe, then Lex was likely the leader of some sort of resistance. He'd need to look into it further but he couldn't do so with Ultraman breathing down his neck. It probably wouldn't look too suspicious to research their supposed enemy but Bruce wasn't going to risk it. Until he figured out this Kryptonian's weakness or located Owlman's stash of kryptonite, it was best to play it safe. From the recordings Bruce found of Ultraman vaporizing his dissenters with his heat vision, he could tell the alien thug meant business. Just like on his own Earth, Owlman was just a man underneath his cowl. One slip up and he'd be dead.

"How's about you and me go upstairs and uh... you know..." he kept Dick's slender body in his bulky arms. Her face reddened slightly. She knew exactly what he was talking about. There was no way she could do that! She'd been a woman all of five minutes and she already had a man trying to have his way with her. She silently shot a gaze towards Bruce and he looked back at her in the reflection of one of the computer screens. He desperately wanted to punch this brute's lights out but he couldn't. As much as it pained him, he was helpless to protect his protege.

Dick didn't know why she wound up in the body of an evil duplicate of her friend Donna rather than just an evil version of herself. She literally just jumped from one universe to the next, though, so winding up in the wrong body didn't seem totally out of the realm of possibility.

You good, doll? You look like you're thinkin' awfully hard about my proposition..."

"I... uh..." she realized he'd been staring at her the entire time.