Reign of the Supermen Page #4

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We can't wait until

after this thing takes

a turn for the worse.

By then, it'll be too late!

The robot said one thing right.

He said, "We gotta

be our own heroes."

People are protesting

down at the Watchtower.

Getting to be quite a crowd.

What are we waitin' for?

Together, we may not be

able to bring the beat down,

but we sure as hell

can make some noise.

Am I right?

Last one for now.

Any luck?

No.

Systems are operating normally,

but for some reason I can't

open a boom tube here.

Any idea where here is?

I don't recognize

any of these star formations.

J'onn?

They are foreign to me as well.

That's because

they're not stars.

What are they?

Hungry.

I'm just gonna

hide behind the Amazon

till Vic gets us home.

There's nothin' doin', guys.

Unless someone

from the other side

reaches out to bring us back,

we are home.

You sure don't

hit like a hologram.

Intruders must be...

That's enough!

Steel stopped transmitting.

I can't find a signal.

Even after redirecting

every LexCorp satellite.

So,

do you really think

Kal-El is alive?

I don't know.

But, for the first time,

I really feel

like it's possible.

For the first time,

I hope he is.

Now, there's something

you need to see.

It's really you, isn't it?

How?

Honestly, I don't know.

The robots keep calling it

a revitalization cycle.

But it's not something I'd ever

heard of or knew was possible.

What is this place?

A fortress.

Built to keep me

isolated during this process.

Does he have to

just stand there like that?

It's creepin' me out.

He's just trying to protect me.

Then why was he

drawing energy from you

while you were in the pod?

Quite the reverse.

Kal-El was the one absorbing ion

radiation from the Eradicator

as part of

the revitalization cycle.

Highly advanced tech

programmed to protect my people.

So, he decided to put on a cape

and dispense his

own brand of justice?

I'm just saying.

Well, I can't tell you how

glad I am to see you again.

There's a lot you need to know.

These broadcasts have

brought me up-to-speed.

Darkseid killed my friends,

and people are

being turned into monsters

by that cyborg impostor.

Hank Henshaw.

The astronaut?

I thought he was dead.

I guess I didn't

know everything.

There's

a lot of that goin' around.

So, what's the plan.

Dad?

And this time

there's no Justice League

or Superman to stop me.

All that remains is

for you to open the gates.

Ever since the League's

"accident,"

my satellites have intercepted

strange encoded signals.

It's some kind of

holographic interface.

Darkseid is beaming

directly into Henshaw's head.

He's literally messing

with his mind.

Once Superman was gone,

he cleared out

the Justice League,

created an army of cybernetic

minions, and now...

They open the gates.

How do we even

begin to fight that?

I might have something.

Is it a plan?

Because, what we

really need is a plan.

The plan is to stop Darkseid,

and save Henshaw.

And get the girl. Slash girls.

Until your regeneration

is complete,

I must insist you abstain

from sexual activity.

Um, all right?

You're not fully

powered yet, are you?

For how long?

I don't know.

Maybe forever.

After Darkseid's first invasion,

you couldn't

walk down the street

without tripping

over alien tech.

Yeah,

tech that you gave Intergang.

Gave?

You really don't get me, do you?

And anyway, you're welcome.

Because that

business arrangement

is what brought us...

this beauty.

A motherbox?

We just have to activate it

outside the Watchtower

at exactly the right spot.

Unfortunately, the tin man's

got eyes everywhere.

One of us will have to go inside

and keep him occupied

while the other turns this on.

Okay. Show me how it works.

Are you insane?

I'm not going in there, you are.

Kal-El,

I must insist on

accompanying you.

Bad idea.

This guy's a wild card.

Maybe a wild card

is what we need.

What we need is a way

to get you to Metropolis.

It's 40 below outside,

and you're just a guy now.

A guy with a spaceship.

Slammin'!

Excuse me?

Do people not say that anymore?

We are not machines!

Listen, Lane.

- I just wanna say...

- Thank you?

Don't screw up.

Hey, you two. Over here.

Take me to your boss.

Seriously. A room-full

of hungry bizarros.

Sounds harrowing.

So, can I live with you or not?

Guys, I'm getting

an incoming call

from a LexCorp number.

Could be Lois.

I'm bouncing it over.

Oh! It's you.

Lex Luthor.

As I live and breathe.

Yeah, what's that about?

Where's Lois?

As much as I'd love to chat,

I'm only calling

to ask sonny boy

if he wouldn't mind

popping by for a stretch.

I'm downtown in the thick of it,

and, well I could

use some muscle.

The boy stays with me,

and I need to know now

that Lois is all right.

Oh, she's fine.

She's in the Watchtower.

What?

To think that all this

was made possible

when my Doomsday weapon.

Obliterated your

primitive spacecraft.

I plucked your

lifeless corpse from the void,

and handed you

a chance for glory.

Yes, your grace.

And all because

a Kryptonian failed you.

Even in death

he will pay for his crimes.

To capture glory, Henshaw,

you must first

understand that sorrow,

rage, and the thirst

for vengeance,

are essential parts

of the equation.

Sir?

What now?

Leave us.

Dr. Frankenstein.

Or is it his monster?

So easy to get mixed up.

Frankenstein wanted to play god.

Do I look like I'm playing?

You're gonna lose, Hank.

Hank Henshaw's dead.

Just like your beloved

knight in blue tights.

Of all the things I learned

on your balcony that night,

I think the most important

was the true nature of your

relationship with Superman.

A relationship, I'm afraid,

that's about to meet

a tragic end.

Alert! Watchtower detecting

an incoming ballistic rocket

of Kryptonian origin.

Enlarging view.

No! No! No!

So, my Doomsday weapon failed,

and the Kryptonian still lives.

Get out of my head!

Yes!

I shall enjoy

killing the man of steel

all over again.

This time, with my bare hands.

No! Superman is mine to destroy!

We disagree.

Open the gates!

Prepare for my arrival.

No!

What the hell?

For Apokolips!

No! Not yet! Not now!

My god!

I thought Superman was yours.

You just gonna

hand him to Darkseid?

Wow.

What?

Henshaw!

No!

No!

Now that they've been

cut-off from Darkseid,

the Cyborg Corps

is mind to control.

And I've just ordered them

to destroy Superman's

precious Metropolis.

Ah, come on!

This is it!

Light 'em up!

I've sacrificed everything now

just to kill him.

But not before

I've made him watch

as I tear you limb from limb.

Even he can't save you.

(WHIMPERING

Ah, come on!

What am I doing wrong?

Excuse me.

Mind if we kick your ass?

You're welcome!

The napkin at Bibbo's.

What was your last secret?

I love you.

Clark!

I love...

Sorry to interrupt

this tender moment.

Hank, you have to stop this.

Darkseid is...

No longer your biggest problem.

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