[For what it's worth, even some of his own children were concerned he may have done it. So.]

Don't be. I should be flattered, I suppose. I was framed for the crime by a man that had been President of the United States. I hadn't expected to catch his attention.

[Otherwise known as: Fuck you, Lex Luthor. Bruce pauses, chopstick poised to pick up a particularly taste morsel, and then he sets them down.]

It's doubtful the kedan will go on a witch-hunt. They know why we're here, and that we're what's standing between them and destruction. Some of them hate us, of course. We're using their valuable resources and in many instances they're expected to cater to us. Most would find that... distasteful, in the best of circumstances.

[He lifts his water glass, takes a drink and sets it back in its same precise location.]

But there are too many people here that have too much raw power. They wouldn't antagonize us, and I think that most of them can recognize that the actions of one do not represent the feelings or motivations of the whole. It's the killer's fate I'm unsure about. Indefinite confinement, perhaps?