Reign of the Supermen

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It's been six months

since Doomsday,

and the world is still shaken

by the death of

Kal-El of Krypton.

Better known to us as Superman.

My guest is commentator,

G. Gordon Godfrey.

Sir, you've written an editorial

in which you call on us

to reject so-called "Supers,"

and effectively

become our own heroes.

We have an infestation, Cat.

It's out of control.

You're writing about

the mysterious new Superman.

Oh, Eric!

Look, Cat, the reality is,

these are "Supermen"

we know nothing about.

But they're actually

making a difference.

Did they make a difference to

the Excalibur Shuttle crew?

We already have,

difference-makers.

- The police...

- The Justice League, the Titans.

But, Cat, the point of

my editorial

is to say that

it's time for human beings

to stop relying on

Leagues and Titans,

and start saving ourselves.

So, we should each

be our own Superman?

I mean, isn't that exactly what

these guys are doing?

Get a message to Mannheim.

Tell him, Snakey Doyle's

got the business in-hand.

We'll see him in five to ten.

Stop fooling yourself, Cat.

The "Man of Steel" is dead.

We saw the body.

Before it vanished.

Look, we have no idea if

a Kryptonian can even die.

I mean, where's the body?

Who cares?

The real questions

here are far more pressing.

Who are these new guys?

Why are they here?

What is their place

in a world without a Superman?

I hate it!

Buck up, Troupe.

Writing's fine,

just a crap headline.

We'll fix it later.

Now, I want angles!

Sullivan?

Law enforcement angle.

Crime stats. "Have the

Supermen made us safer?"

I love it. Change "Law

enforcement" to "Millennials"

and "Crime stats"

to "Re-tweets."

Are the Supermen trending?

Troupe?

I was gonna go cover the

LexCorp charity gala tonight.

Wrong.

You're covering the big launch

of the Justice League's

Watchtower.

Have the new

Supermen been invited?

Lombard?

Uh, I... I don't really

think there's a sports angle here.

I love it! Kent?

I meant the Kent angle.

"Missing persons following

the Doomsday attack."

"The search for survivors."

I think Lois

is covering it, Chief.

Don't call me "Chief."

Lane, what have you got?

Great Caesar's ghost!

Where the hell's Lois Lane?

It's okay, Lois.

We've got you.

Jimmy packed up his desk.

He has a box, but I haven't

been to the Planet since...

When I'm there, it just

reminds me that he isn't.

I should've called.

I wanted to.

I'm just glad

he finally fessed up.

It was such a big secret

to keep from you.

I loved him too.

- I tried to tell him, but...

- Oh, honey...

He knew.

I just...

I can't believe he's gone.

He might not be if you

watch that damn Grant woman.

Jonathan!

Clark's body disappears,

and suddenly these new Supermen

show up out of the blue.

What if one of them

really is Clark reborn?

Not possible.

I would know.

Of course. I just mean...

There are a lot of

unanswered questions.

When Superman first

showed up in Metropolis,

nobody knew what to make of him,

because nobody knew

what to ask him.

I knew what to ask him.

I know what to ask these guys!

I'm sorry, I gotta go.

I'm glad you called.

I'm glad you came.

I was hoping you could help me.

- I'm following...

- I never thought of us as rivals, you know.

Are we?

Kal-El and I had a special bond,

but you were

the love of Clark Kent's life.

Anyway, I'm relieved he

finally told you everything.

Apparently he didn't.

I'm sorry. For an Amazon,

I have surprisingly

few girl friends here.

So, I'm bad at this.

It's okay. I don't have

many girl friends either.

Anyway, the reason

I called is that

I'm following the story

on the new Supermen

and I was hoping that

you or the League might have some

inside information on these guys.

Anonymous, deep background,

just to help me

direct my efforts.

So, you didn't invite me here

to grieve with you?

As friends?

Not really, no.

Thank Hera!

Despite my reputation, I'm not

good at being touchy-feely.

Lois, I don't have anything

for you on the Supermen.

I wish I did.

Off the record,

the League's been stretched

very thin since we lost Kal.

I don't think the world realized

how much they depended on him.

I know the feeling.

No. I'm sorry, Lois.

- I didn't...

- That's fine.

Really.

It feels good to talk to

someone who understands.

I'm sorry to bother you

about the new Supermen.

Forget I asked.

Just between us,

I like the brutal one

with the visor.

But apparently I have a type.

Anything else I can

get for you lovely ladies?

Ice cream.

Hmm. Maybe you're not so bad

at the girl friend

thing after all.

And you, Lois Lane,

have the heart of an Amazon.

So, you wanna share a ride?

Thanks, I've kinda got my own.

Would you mind?

We should

do this again sometime.

Lois, I know in order to heal,

you need to solve the

mystery of these Supermen.

Just make sure you don't

lose yourself in the process.

Something wrong?

No. Everything's on schedule.

He's just a little...

Handsy for me.

He must get that

from you, Donovan.

Lois Lane?

John Henry Irons.

You interviewed me once.

Uh, Dr. Irons! Right.

I'm sorry, would you excuse me?

And there's my cue.

Ladies and gentlemen,

once again, I want to thank you

all for giving so generously.

Together, we will

rebuild our great city,

and ensure that we never

wake to another Doomsday.

You've seen him in the news,

but you didn't know who was

bankrolling him until now.

Ladies and gents,

I give you LexCorps'

new Superman!

Hello, ladies!

If you want a hero

who can measure up,

- I can...

- And I promise you

that as long as LexCorp exists,

Superman lives.

Metropolis will be protected.

Um, party's back that way.

Oh, hello!

Hello.

I was looking for someone.

Mr. Donovan.

Not here.

You look familiar.

You don't look so bad yourself.

Do you work down here?

What do you do?

Advanced genetics.

Fragmenting and manipulating DNA

for molecular duplication

and, ah, reproduction.

Ooh! Sounds important.

You don't think

a sophisticated clone

like LexCorps' new Superman out

there, just happens on its own.

Clone?

That's right.

Mr. Luthor.

- I was just...

- Mouthing off.

Again.

Word of advice, Donovan.

A man who can't keep secrets

shouldn't sleep around

on his wife.

Lex, I swear, I didn't.

Of course, you did.

And I'll deal with you later.

Get out.

Ms. Lane,

I'm hurt.

I always assumed once Superman

was out of the picture,

you'd rebound with me.

What the hell?

What do you think you're doing?

At this moment,

I am answering a question

posed by Lex Luthor.

Okay. Well, here's another one,

Why the hell are you here?

Lex Luthor is a known criminal.

Criminals must be eradicated.

- Thank you.

- For what?

Get down!

Why, Ms. Lane, you do care.

Call off your clones, Lex!

Only the boy is mine.

Sorry, pal.

Crash my party,

you get bounced.

You have been classified a

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