JLA Adventures: Trapped in Time Page #2

Yeah, they all run away. That why me stay.

Those cowards. I'll have to teach them

to never underestimate their brilliant leader.

Solomon Grundy,

summon the legion of doom immediately.

-Are we truly a thousand years in the past?

-Looks like it.

Lex Luthor,

what thou has asked of me has been done.

Now set me free.

Sorry, time trapper, but you work for me now,

on a more permanent basis.

With time trapper under my control...

...we can now erase the Justice League

once and for all.

-Come on, let's take him down.

-No, wait.

We have no idea

what these villains are capable of.

If this is the 21st century, then there are others

better suited to defeat these miscreants.

Val, my tracking abilities will lead us

to the Justice League...

...but if you do not stop squirming,

I may drop you.

Just so demeaning.

What gives, Dawnstar? We lost?

Oh, no. We are quite close now.

However, we must be cautious.

Remember this is the 21st century,

a time of great ruthlessness.

See how they see those torture devices

to flagellate themselves with radioactivity?

Barbarians.

Excuse me, can you direct us

to the nearest teleportation pod?

Absolutely. You need someplace to go,

I tell you. The hall of justice maybe.

-How do you know where we're headed?

-Yes, how?

Um, I think the wings you have

on your back kind of gave it away.

Why don't you just hop in, huh?

I get you there.

You are dressed very creatively.

Why is this teleportation taking so long?

Wait, wait, hold on. What about the fare?

Oh, it was better than fair, kind sir.

It was a wonderful ride.

Thank you ever so much.

Hey, no. You misunderstand. The money.

Okay? The cash, the dough, the greenbacks.

Sorry, pal, we don't have any

of these greenbacks you're talking about.

But if it is any consolation,

I will now bless your vehicle.

Golden light of Amandares, bless and protect

this man in his many travels...

...and give him total consciousness

upon his demise.

Whoa. No, no. Aah! Aah! Wait, wait, wait!

Aah! Put me down,

you crazy-looking freaky people!

Ahh, might as well level up my tank

and do a little farming.

Our apologies.

Karate kid knows not his own strength.

-I think the front door was locked.

-Intruders!

Are you part of the legion of doom's

intern program?

We are part of no legion.

But we would be if lightning lad

wasn't such a hater.

I knew it.

Stop it. There has been a misunderstanding.

Hey, you can't do that.

Please stop. Please.

You need to learn some welcoming manners,

young man.

What in the name of Rao is going on here?

Somebody needs to start talking now.

These two broke in

and started busting up the place.

That's a lie. He attacked first.

Yes, the masked boy speaks

a definite mendacity.

I will get to the bottom of this.

The lasso of truth will not allow you

to speak falsely.

Good, because I have never spoken falsely

in my long life.

Trust me, most times she's too honest.

-Enough banter. Who are you?

-And what are you doing here?

I am Dawnstar.

This is val Armorr, also known as karate kid.

We're from the future. The 31st century.

A thousand years from now.

The one you know as Lex Luthor

had been discovered in the year 2856...

...during the big thaw

of the second warming.

And apparently my frozen body

was taken to some museum...

...where, once freed, I obtained this hourglass

and with it came back in time to the present.

We were lost without you, Lex Luthor.

I was lost. Lost and afraid.

As you all should be.

But your presence in this room is a sign

of your undying loyalty to your leader.

Which is more than I can say for black manta

or gorilla Grodd and captain cold.

They're the most pathetic of all.

Too scared to even show up.

Yes, yes, yes. It was the recklessness

of captain cold that caused your near demise.

Never mind them!

I have a new ally and most powerful servant.

Time trapper, bow to them.

Time shall mend all slights.

He's scary and strange. Me like him.

Ls he your, ha, ha, plaything?

I will use time trapper's powers

to destroy the Justice League once and for all.

Before they even began.

- And that's the whole story.

- What she said.

Fascinating.

Just when we believe Lex Luthor dead,

he returns, not from Hades but from the future.

Imagine what the power of time travel

could do in that maniac's hands.

I'd really rather not. Lex has to be stopped.

Justice League, we have to move now.

These were all "hold the pickles," right?

Now is the hour.

Time trapper, I now command you

to open a portal to a certain cornfield...

...in Smallville, Kansas, some years ago.

As the sands of time run

thy will shall be done

legion of doom, you will go into the past...

...and keep the baby Kal-El

from ever falling into the hands...

...of those sickeningly sweet rubes,

Martha and Jonathan Kent.

Guys, you gotta hear this to believe it.

They won't raise the baby,

because you will take him...

...put him back in his space crib,

and launch him far, far away from this planet.

Thus, Superman will never come

to exist here on Earth.

And without Superman,

the Justice League will never be formed.

We will have won our greatest victory,

and the world will be ours.

Not if I have anything to say about it.

- The Flash?

- You sound so surprised.

He always shows up first.

Forget them. Go.

Change the past as I have commanded.

Ahh. Will someone get Bizarro?

Time trapper, seal the portal.

-You won't get away with this, Lex.

-Hurry, before it shuts.

You, protect me.

Come, we have work to do.

I brought my coupons,

but I can't seem to find them.

- Can I help you all with something?

- I believe you can.

I was just about to say,

"we're not in Kansas anymore."

But this is the one time that doesn't work.

I don't understand it, not one bit.

That this little bugger

would just fall out of the sky?

Oh, Paul, thank goodness he wasn't hurt.

- Isn't he just the cutest?

-Sure is, but who does he belong to?

That's Solomon Grundy baby.

Excuse me?

The words my loving

and very tall spouse attempts to speak...

...are that you have found our baby,

and we are eternally grateful.

Solomon Grundy says thank you

from bottom of inky-black soul.

But how'd he get in this spaceship?

Oh, that is no spaceship. It is, um....

Simply is little baby carriage

his father made for him at the steel mill.

Okay, then.

Thank you very much.

You can go home now.

Nothing to see here. Bye.

Have a nice life.

Mission accomplished.

- Hand over the Superbaby.

- And nobody gets hurt.

-Except for you four.

-Honey, hold the baby, please.

While I rip their heads off.

Whew.

Aw. Superbaby so ugly.

If I can just break through his shield.

Don't worry, Superbaby,

we'll get you where you're supposed to be.

Fumble! Baby fumble!

Ma, something strike you

as odd about those two?

Here, Mrs. Kent. Sorry for the ruckus.

Raise this baby with all the love...

...you've always raised him with.

I mean, um, no, don't worry about it.

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