Despair, Superwoman Kara’s Final Takeoff

"You, you are...!" Batman, pinned face-down on the ground, raised his eyes. Humiliated and enraged, he stared at the towering figure seated ahead. Inside the base, a figure over two meters tall sat on an ancient-looking chair that seemed freshly forged from molten metal. Bald, clad in metal armor, and immensely muscular, he had a resolute grayish-blue face. He sat casually astride the chair, resting his cheek on one hand. Terrifying white light spilled from his eyes, and an imposing aura spread outward without any need for anger.