Superman gets dressed down

“What? You were raised by humans, oh of course, the Kents, well I feel like a dick, I’m sorry” you mock.

“Do you really think that you are living up to the values they taught you? Truth? Justice? And the American Way?” You rant. He looked at you, and you could taste the defiance. “Everyday you lie to the world, dressing up as mild mannered reporter! Ha! It is to laugh. Not to mention it is insulting! I have seen Black-Face! less derogatory than your portrayal of a humanity! The woman you love doesn’t even know the truth. Justice? How many times have you imprisoned someone in your phantom zone? How often has your” you held up your finger make a quote “justice league, enforced its will without any authority from the local sovereign body? And the American Way? How often have you made choices that affect the whole world all by yourself? Or interfered with the natural governmental processes of nation?” You pause and look back and forth “Okay, that is pretty American.”

“So now you are going to be Imposing Your Will!?” Kal-el accused.

“I have no intention of taking of using your alien powers to impose my will.” You glare at him. “I shall save the world when she needs it, but I am not taking over you tyranny. I believe in mankind, in people like Wayne and Queen, and like West and yes even Constantine. Humanity is strong enough, we can stand up on our own two feet, we can reach for the stars.”

Superman laughed, “You have no idea; you’re not brave, just ignorant. Hurling your bodies out into the void, without the slightest inkling of who or what is out here. If you had known anything about the true nature of the universe, anything at all, you would've hidden from it in terror. Did you really think I was the bad guy? There are beings of pure malicion who would crush this world just because it was there, and new dark gods with powers so great that as ant is to me so am I… so are you to them."

You scoff, “Then it is good thing I made some improvements, I said I would not use your powers to change the world, but that does not prevent me from using my own.” You hold out your hand and call up a surge of arcane engery forging it into a ball. “One of your weaknesses has been magic, I learned to master them and I do not fear the things in the dark, as for your false gods in the night, I know where the blue rose of Adena grows and a tea made from its leaves slays titans, I think it will deal with your gods. I left nothing to chance. I will protect my world. But as for you, I give you this choice, I shall not judge you a mortal, you may go and live as Clark Kent or can die here and now.” You look him in the eye as he makes his choice.