Justice League: Gods and Monsters Page #3

I asked for it back, they acquiesced.

- I'll bet they did.

- These are the ship's computer files.

What little we know about Krypton,

we know from them.

Unfortunately, the files were heavily

damaged during the ship's trek to Earth.

The government hasn't been able

to recover much and neither have I.

That's why I enlisted

Professor Stone's help,

to see if he could retrieve

the information.

Right now, all we have

are the last moments on Krypton.

- He looks like you.

- He's my biological father.

There's a DNA record. From his uniform,

we think he was a high-ranking official,

undoubtedly brilliant.

He must have known the end was coming.

I'd like to think if more people

had listened to him,

he could have been the planet's savior.

Is that how you see your role?

To save us? Or to rule us?

I thought we were getting

beyond the sarcasm.

Come on, Superman,

we both know what's going on here.

This is straight up spin control!

Certain police reports are coming out that

are gonna make people wonder about you.

So here I am getting the full court press

on the man of steel's human side,

if that's not an oxymoron.

I wanted to reveal my world

to you, Ms. Lane.

Really?

Wasn't Luthor the one who extracted

this footage? He never seemed impressed.

Luthor was a frustrated elitist

whose influence was waning.

I come from a simple people, Ms. Lane.

I was raised by a migrant couple.

I've seen the harshness of life.

If I deliver justice with a heavy hand,

it's because I've been on the receiving end.

But I'm here when my country needs me.

And where's Lex Luthor?

Gone! Absent!

Excuse me.

Sorry to interrupt, but there's a call.

- You actually brought her.

- What a b*tch.

Needless to say, this is

a conversation we never had,

but I want you to know that forensics

is further implicating the Justice League

- in these murders.

- What forensics exactly?

It's serious enough

that I'm making this call.

It might behoove you if the League

volunteered on their own

to speak to the authorities.

I am speaking to the authorities.

I am speaking to you!

Don't get heated with me, Superman!

I'm only trying to lessen the pressure.

If things get difficult,

I won't be able to protect you!

Protect me from who?

Who do you think protects whom here?

- Hello, Batman.

- Hello, Tin.

Is Professor Magnus available?

What the hell's wrong with you?

He's... busy.

They are all a bunch

of cold-blooded killers!

Not Kirk!

He's a freaking vampire,

for Christ's sakes!

He only kills criminals.

You're off base.

Just because you're best buddies

doesn't mean you're safe! None of us are!

If Fries and the others

are on their list, we all are!

And I'm not just gonna sit around

and wait to see who's next!

- You dropped by at an opportune time.

- Dr. Karen Beecher?

Yeah. 200 IQ. Emotional IQ, not so high.

- Where did she put that pipe?

- What's the list she mentioned?

She's under the impression

that the Justice League

is killing off America's

greatest scientists.

I informed her that was nonsense.

I hope I was right.

- What's her reason?

- She's a scientist, she sees patterns.

What aren't you telling me, Will?

Come on, Kirk, you know the deal.

You get hired, sign papers, keep secrets.

But if I thought there was anything

you should know, I wouldn't hold back.

What about project Fair Play?

How do you know about that?

There was an e-mail

in Silas Stone's files.

You're CCed. It appears to be

a program Luthor started.

What does it have to do with this?

Nothing, Kirk. Really.

If I knew, I would tell you. I would.

- Kirk. What's going on?

- That's what I'd like to know.

- Your husband isn't much help.

- You know how Will is.

So sure of himself. He can be

too clever for his own good.

I'm afraid.

Don't worry, I won't let anything

happen to you. Or Will.

- You either, Tin.

- Thank you, Batman.

I'm worried about you too, Kirk.

I read the news.

I worry you're in as much danger

as any of us.

I know the skin is cold,

but the heart's still warm.

Looks like you could use a partner.

I thought you'd grown tired of me.

Not tired.

Just restless.

You don't fool me, Bekka.

I know why you're here.

Which is?

You want to know what forensics has.

I can't tell you.

How about a wager?

I win, I get the information. You win...

you get me.

We both know you're fifty times

stronger than I am.

Maybe we can both get what we want.

- You think the big guy's gonna like that?

- I told you, he's not my boyfriend.

I belong to no man.

Not Superman, not you!

You belonged to someone once.

I told you that in a moment

of weakness. Bring it up again...

All right, all right.

Ray Palmer's body was found

slashed in half.

They're pretty sure

they've ID'ed the weapon.

For too long, Darkseid,

our worlds have been at war.

And now for the first time

in a millennium,

we can lower our swords.

Here's to our treaty and the union

which will seal our bond.

The marriage between

my lovely granddaughter Bekka

and your steadfast son Orion.

In that same spirit, I welcome you

to Apokolips, Highfather.

Tomorrow, at this time, we not only

merge kingdoms, but families.

It's a world of heathens

and brutes, my child.

History will praise

your courage and sacrifice.

The boy seems different,

not like his family.

More thoughtful. He made me uneasy.

This is not the time to waver.

You have a world counting on you.

Yes, I know.

Then get some sleep.

We have a momentous day ahead of us.

What are you doing here?

- I wanted to see you.

- You're not supposed to.

You're going to find out

I'm not much for rules.

I also tend to get my way.

- Hop on.

- No, thank you.

They told me you were a spitfire.

You're not afraid, are you?

- I'm never afraid.

- Then come with me.

I have something I want to show you.

- Better hold tighter than that.

- This is tight enough...

I never knew Apokolips

could hold such beauty.

This is my special spot.

The one place in my world where the sky

is open and you can see the stars.

- This is where I come to think.

- About what?

Life, honor, you.

You and I are the only hope

for our worlds, Bekka.

But there will be treachery everywhere

and we must be prepared.

It's for you. Open it.

It's beautiful.

The blade was forged

by our finest swordsmith.

It's virtually indestructible.

But that's not the most impressive part.

Inside the pommel is a mother box.

It will take you anywhere

you want to go.

It is my wedding gift.

Keep it at your side, always.

The sword will protect you

when I cannot.

By sacred powers invoked

from beyond the source wall,

I now declare your spirits as one.

Come, let's go.

- Bekka!

- It's over. We can be together.

- No!

- It can't be stopped!

You should have gone with her, boy.

You said he could live.

I said I would spare him for you,

but not at the expense of the mission.

Even if he had lived, what life

could you have had with him?

- He was different.

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