Superman: Who’s to say what’s true and what isn’t?

Batman: Me.


Isn’t this canon, though? I mean, all those times in the comics when Bruce figured out that he or other superheroes were being brainwashed or that things weren’t what they appeared to be?

“Injustice 2” (or “A Really, Really, Really Bad Argument Between Two Best Friends Who Won’t Admit They Need Each Other So They’re Tearing the Universe Apart”) be like…

Catwoman/Wonder Woman: You’re scared of him.

Batman/Superman: I’m scared of what he might make me do.

Missions with Batman (or, more appropriately, Batman’s secret solo missions that the rest of the League somehow get wind of) be like…

Superman: I called for backup. You gotta trust somebody, Bruce. 

Batman and Superman undercover (as their civilian selves) on official Justice League business…

Bruce: Nice room.

Clark: I took the liberty of booking the whole floor. Your card.

Bruce: Guess I can use the miles. 

Batman: You know, Superman, I take it all back. I’m beginning to find your companionship extremely useful.

Superman: *grins proudly*

Batman: It’s like white noise. It puts me in a state where I think and observe better.

Superman: How do you do it, guess things?

Batman: I observe, and then I deduce.

Superman: How did you know I was a farmer? You said you could tell from my hand.

Batman: Hands, plural. It had calluses, not soft.

Superman: How did you know my family was Kryptonian?

Batman: Google. Not everything is deducible.