Superman

Love can sometimes hurt, like a dagger piercing the heart. Clark was revived by the Mother Box because Bruce couldn't live without him and the world needed Superman. When he returned to life, Clark was confused; he didn't know who he was. He attacked the Justice League without recognizing them. Bruce arrived at the scene to see his husband again, alive and not dead.

"Clark..." 'This is Bruce'

'Superman didn't answer him, instead he attacked him with his laser beams, throwing him against a car. The bond hurt. Louis, the red-haired reporter, Clark's first love, arrived there quite quickly. When Clark saw her, he recognized her, looked at her as if she were his Omega, and that broke Bruce's heart.

Clark left with her to who knows where. His friends tried to help him up, but Bruce was too emotionally hurt to feel physical pain. His inner Omega screamed in pain. His alpha had ignored him. Maybe he wasn't a good Omega.

I just woke up after being revived by the Mother Box, thanks to Batman, Wonder Woman, Cyborg, and Flash. My memory is a mess, my emotions even more so. Amidst the fog that surrounded me, along with those emotions that vibrated intensely beneath every fiber of my being, the image of Lois seemed to have ignited something familiar in the fog of my memory. So, without another word, I simply took her in my arms and vanished into thin air. I carried her to the apartment where she lived, leaving Batman and the others below. Earlier, before carrying Lois in my arms, I had thrown Batman against a vehicle in the free parking lot in the area, but I certainly could barely pay attention to this, my mind was now on Lois and on understanding those cloudy memories in my mind.