Justice League: Gods and Monsters Page #2

that killed him, though.

His carotid artery was severed,

presumably by the ice

he hit on the way down.

- He bled to death.

- Yes, except they can't find the blood.

There should've been a pool

of frozen blood around the neck,

maybe as much as a half quart.

It's not there.

This is Ray Palmer's truck.

It was found a couple of days ago

at the bottom of a hill.

It appears to have been sliced up.

But that's not the most

intriguing damage.

A boot print,

as if the truck was kicked.

The size is rather diminutive

and has a pronounced heel.

- A woman.

- So it would seem.

They haven't found Palmer's body yet,

but no one's expecting him

to show up at the office.

And here's where you just came from.

What remains of Stone's lab.

I put it through some filters.

The streaks in spotting are hot spots

where the fire started.

It's as if someone went through

Stone's lab with a pair of blow torches.

- Or heat vision.

- Yes, I thought that might occur to you.

We're being framed. Someone's actually

trying to frame the Justice League.

Who would have the balls?

It's not going to be long before

the police start putting it together.

Maybe they already have.

And you can bet someone's

going to leak it to the press.

Anything connect these scientists?

They all worked together

at one time or another.

Government projects, usually top secret.

Stone was a visiting professor

at Gotham University.

I thought I'd check out his files.

You still friendly with Trevor?

He might be useful.

- He often was.

- Stay on top of him.

You know what I mean.

We've got to get ahead of this thing.

That includes the media.

Someone's trying to screw with us

and they're going to be damn sorry.

"Fair Play."

Fries, Palmer, Stone...

Magnus.

Luthor's boys.

That's it.

Remember, you are the best

your generation has to offer.

Do not squander your talents.

Be brazen, be bold.

The world needs change and you're among

the few who can make that happen.

It's like getting a pep talk

from Einstein.

- You okay?

- I gotta finish my lab work.

- You're coming to the party tonight?

- I guess.

You're coming to the party tonight!

Okay.

You don't want to make Tina mad,

you know how she gets.

I'll be there.

You know, sometimes I wonder

why we even try.

Wake up, sleepy head.

You're missing the party.

Sorry, but I think

I'm getting close to something.

The coefficient on the blood coagulants

is almost matching.

Hey! Get your ass up, we're late!

I think I should stay.

Kirk, can't it wait till tomorrow?

What good's life if you don't live it?

Put away the bat stats,

just for one night.

- For me.

- For you.

Okay, that's enough convincing,

let's move, move, move!

Crazy Ivy's bringing her homegrown.

Are you sure this is our place?

The key doesn't fit.

Let me.

It looks like our place.

It smells like it.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I feel fine.

- I hope we didn't tire you out too much.

- Head's up!

The couch.

What do you mean?

Not tonight.

This designated driver is going home.

But, baby, I'm the designated boyfriend.

You need to drive me. Come on!

Oh, my God! This is your project, right?

- The nanites.

- Yeah, I brought it home.

Look how far they got

and they're still building it.

They replicate themselves.

Must be trillions by now.

If you had a microscope,

you could see them.

They'll all be part of the ship

when it's finished.

- What kind of metal?

- Iron, lead, little mercury.

Could you do this with organics?

Theoretically. What do you want

to build? A girlfriend?

I'm serious.

If you can program nanites this complex,

that could be the answer.

The bat venom almost eradicates

the lymphoma,

but the cell structure

breaks down even as it forms.

If we could program molecules

to secure the structure,

then we could stabilize the...

The...

He's okay. Too much excitement, I think.

Hello? Yes, we need an ambulance.

We have a friend. He's sick.

You should have told us how bad it was.

I didn't want to bore you

with the details.

Seriously, Kirk, we're your friends.

We care about you.

You really are close.

I can't say that I understand it all, but

I see what you mean about using nanotech.

The medical solution

takes you only so far.

- You need an agent to patch it all in.

- Is that my research?

- Yeah.

- How'd you get my password?

Batman. Wasn't too hard.

You know, I wouldn't mind

taking a stab at this.

- You think it could work?

- Yeah, maybe.

I don't know, I mean...

How soon can you blow this pop stand?

Hand me my clothes.

You sure you're well enough?

I don't think he's well enough.

He's not going to get any better

lying on his ass.

Anyway school's over.

We could use a science project.

Mickey, Minnie and Mighty,

rest in peace.

A rodent nation salutes you.

But you, Jerry, look at you.

Five days and stronger than ever.

You're the mouse that scored.

His erythrocyte count is still up,

agglutination normal.

- I think you did it, Will.

- You laid the brick, I just plastered.

- We could still use another test.

- No.

You sure?

- What are you doing?

- I don't have time for any more tests.

If I go back to the hospital,

I'll lose this chance.

- Will!

- Kirk, I don't know.

We knew it was going to come down

to this. Just look away.

Jesus, here.

You better survive this, you bastard.

- Vincent Price movie, five letters.

- How can you do a crossword?

I already did the Sudoku.

- How is he?

- The same.

I wonder if you'd take

such good care of me.

Oh, God, Will, don't start that again.

Kirk! Kirk, open up!

Where's your frickin' wallet, kid?

Three scientists dead.

All working for the President.

Must be pretty sensitive

if she sends in Steve Trevor.

These were important men, Lois.

The President wants to ensure

that there were no security breaches.

Then they were working for her.

- On what?

- I never said that.

And would Mr. Trevor's investigation

include the Justice League?

Why would you even ask?

I don't know if you've read

the crime reports, Pete,

but they have some nasty implications.

And yesterday, who do I run into?

I'll call you back.

- We meet again.

- Mind if I come in?

By all means.

Popular place.

It's not often we get a strange visitor

from another planet.

What brings you?

The other day you asked me about

my interest in Silas Stone's death.

- The fact is he was working for me.

- On what?

Something in the tower.

I could show you if you'd like.

You never let the press

inside the tower.

I'm reconsidering, unless

you'd rather not be the first.

Like hell! Let's go.

I'll give you a lift.

Thanks, but I'll drive.

The generators are Kryptonian-designed.

They not only power the building,

but provide a shield

that makes it virtually impenetrable.

My God, even the rumors

about this place don't do it justice.

Here in the center of the tower

is the center of my life.

- The ship which brought me to Earth.

- The government used to have this.

It was never theirs to keep.

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