[ WP ] Superman has been diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia .

`` Well no I do n't think he's causing any sort of problem, he's very polite, really...'' 
 
 I look back and forth between the snow globe and the slouching reporter on my couch, tapping my pen impatiently on his file. I only have 8 minutes until the next patient and this man really should be institutionalized. 
 
 `` You are recording this then, eh? Why do you have a gun? Who's sent you? I know everyone has been watching me, I can see the wires, you know.'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry? Watching you? You said your landlord has been keeping tabs on you, Clark but we told you. Your apartment has been checked. I do not have a gun. I told you about the recording device for medical use only, it is off.'' 
 
 `` Then why do I see power flowing, huh? You know I can see that. I can see quite a bit. Like that glock tucked in your waistband.'' Clark's posture improved. His eyes had narrowed. He did n't look so pathetic and weak now, he looked more like someone who was used to being in control. 
 
 `` I do n't have a gun, Clark. Would it make you more comfortable for me to show you? You can see here the recorder is unplugged, the light is off.'' I need to plant a seed of doubt in this man's mind, get him broken down so he can be pieced together again. 
 
 `` I keep on telling you, I can see it!'' He says, standing up quickly and breathing more heavily. Now he has a presence. `` I told Lois I do n't need this crap, if anyone knows what's real and what's not its me! I heard that recording you had playing in the lobby. Telling me Bruce's planning to destroy the world. Who are you? Can you just tell me what's going on?'' 
 
 `` Clark, calm down, have a seat, take a breath. You should be calm to hear what I am about to tell you.'' I press the silent alarm under my desk frantically, hoping an orderly comes through the door with a sedative in moments. `` Bruce is n't going to destroy the world, whoever he is, he's not superman.'' 
 
 `` No, he's the batman. He can do it.'' Clark says as he takes a seat and wrings his hands, starting to rock back and forth in his seat. It's clear, Clark Kent is schizophrenic. I check the box on his file and ask him to tell me more about his apartment. It had burned down in a case being investigated for arson, and Clark was of course a suspect. 
 
 Clark drones on as I nod, hoping to look patient and caring as all I can do is count the seconds until the orderly comes in with the syringe. 
 
 `` Who are you actually working for?'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry?'' Noticing the change in his tone of voice, making me pay attention. 
 
 `` I know you pressed some sort of alarm, who is coming to kill me now? Did Darkseid get to you as well? Bizarro? Do n't tell me it was Bruce...'' 
 
 *Oh shit, he thinks he's superman... * `` Now just take a breath here, Clark. You are sick, I can help you.'' 
 
 `` No, you are corrupted.'' He is calm, in control. His voice is cold, almost alien. `` Tell Bruce I'm coming to see him.''
