“Kal-El…” the figure rasped. “You hid the fragment. The BD9 core. Give it back… or I let them cross.”
“The BD9 Protocol — Trust No One, Not Even Yourself.” superman & lois s04e02 bd9
It had arrived the night before, buried in the chest of a dying Kryptonian scout drone. The drone’s last words weren’t a warning. They were a name. “Kal-El…” the figure rasped
“Bizarro… Designation… Nine.”
“BD9 isn’t a version,” Lois said, sliding the disc across the table. “It’s a location. Bizarro’s World. Nine—the ninth layer of the Sub-Reality Trench. The same place Ally Allston tried to tear open.” Give it back… or I let them cross
Through the kitchen window, the sky turned amber, then a sickly green. A crack split the horizon, and out of it fell a single figure: not a monster, but a man in a tattered Superman suit, his skin chalk-white, his eyes hollow red.
The figure smiled—a broken, upside-down smile. “I’m you. The one who didn’t have a Lois. The one who lost everything. And I’m not the villain, Lois. I’m the result .”