"Bruce." He said in return, taking a step closer and tilting his head. "Is my mother okay?" He asked, keeping his voice quiet and calm. He didn't want to set the other off in case he thought this was some kind of trick.

He brushed his fingers through his hair slowly, waiting before speaking again. "I know what you must be thinking. I'm not a hallucination. I'm not a trick. I'm really here, Bruce. I'm alive. Doomsday didn't kill me. At least not permanently. It just took me longer to heal because I was weakened by the kryptonite."