Superman: Brainiac Attacks Page #3

trace of kryptonite in her bloodstream.

That would explain my weakness.

Ms. Lane is suffering from a highly

concentrated form of blood-alloy fusion.

What will it take to cure her?

There is no earthly cure.

-There does exist a rare substance.

-Where do I find it?

Only one place. The Phantom Zone.

I must go there.

I had expected that, Kal-EI.

But listen carefully.

Though the Phantom Zone is prison...

...to the most dangerous criminals

in all the galaxies...

...they will not present

the greatest threat to you within it.

I'm prepared to fend off

any of its attacks.

Once inside, remain intently focused...

...and above all,

accomplish your mission swiftly.

For the longer you remain in the Zone...

...the more vulnerable

you will be to its effects...

...and the more difficult it will become

for you to find your way back.

The substance which you seek

lies at the heart of the Phantom Zone.

Argonium 44.

Be sure to obtain enough of it.

As well as cure Ms. Lane...

...Argonium 44 may also serve

to shield you...

...from Brainiac's form

of modified kryptonite.

You cannot hide from me.

So this is your sanctuary.

Data. Kryptonian data.

The mother lode.

Billions of bits...

...from the great minds

of the extinct planet Krypton.

I shall drain it dry.

The computer only responds to my DNA.

Welcome to your Fortress of Solitude,

Kal-EI.

Yes, it does.

This ends here, with us.

DNA recognition override.

Self-destruct mode commenced.

Twelve, 1 1...

No, you would not.

All the knowledge of your civilization,

lost?

Better lost than abused.

-...four, three, two, one.

-No!

No energy signature.

At least, the son of Krypton is no more.

I got one heck of a case

of food poisoning.

Last time I eat out with Clark.

Where is Clark?

Mercy, it's beginning to feel like

somewhere in the world...

...Superman may be history.

Break out the tiki torches.

We're throwing a luau.

And be sure to invite all

our favorite members of the press.

So here I work on Kent for a year

to be my foreign correspondent...

...and he picks now to take the job.

Then I don't hear boo from him...

...and for the first time ever,

he misses a deadline.

Still can't reach him.

Maybe his cell can't roam in Uzbekistan.

I can't figure why Kent isn't here,

with Lane laid up the way she is.

Not to mention Superman.

Olsen, you thinking what I'm thinking?

Yeah. Yeah, I am.

Mr. Kent hasn't been too forthcoming.

It's obvious now.

Kent only took the foreign assignment

to get away from here.

From the pain of seeing Lane this way.

She must really mean a lot to him.

Hang on just a little longer, Lois.

What the--?

What the--?

Olsen, why are you still here?

Because you told me not to

hover around the hospital.

Gotta give the doctors room to work.

Well, you gotta get your mind off this.

Gotta do something with yourself.

Okay, I'll go to the hospital.

No. Look, kid.

I really should have a reporter

at the Luthor shindig tonight.

-You go.

-But I'm a photographer.

Well, I'm short-staffed.

My ace newshounds

are either overseas...

...or on their deathbeds.

I'll report anything you want me to report,

Mr. White.

It just won't be Ms. Lane's obit,

because she's gonna be all right.

You know she's gonna be all right.

-Clark?

-Yes.

Yes, Lois.

You mean, you...?

Thank you all for coming.

You cut quite a rug, Senator Marquez.

Try the fiesta dip, Mrs. Mayor.

It'll put hair on your back.

Is this thing on?

Now, the new reports are true.

LexCorp's had a run

of rough luck recently.

Heck, we can't even locate

half our satellites.

But I want to state

for the public record...

...that my company will never cease

in its mission to devote

all its resources...

...to the goodwill of Lexopolis--

Metropolis.

Do not resist, mortals.

I now control all transmissions.

Metropolis belongs to Brainiac.

And no sign of Superman.

I guess it's time to try on a new suit.

Downtown Metropolis

has come under attack!

Well, where is the Man of Steel

when you most need him?

Allow me to put my money

where my mouth is.

Members of the press,

I suggest you grab your cameras...

...and meet me downtown in five.

Okay.

Okay, Olsen, you're a reporter.

So, what would Ms. Lane do?

Get another angle on things.

Well, our big-brained alien ally

couldn't have timed that better.

Now Luthorman smacks him down

while the world watches.

Get ready for your close-up, Mr. Luthor.

Luthor's working with Brainiac?

What would Ms. Lane do?

Find proof.

My mind is so blown.

I'm alive, with you.

Lois, take it easy.

You're still weak.

You always catch me when I fall,

Clark Kent.

It makes total sense.

I'm such a fool for not seeing it.

And for not ever imagining

I'd be pressing my lips to yours...

...before Superman's .

I'm not sure it's the right time, Lois.

Got you.

You're thinking romantic setting.

Say, a candlelit table back

at Le Chateau?

Lois, now that I know you're safe,

I need to stop Brainiac.

He could find me again, find us.

Clark, you said so yourself:

Brainiac thinks Superman is dead.

We're both safe,

as long as we leave it that way.

I'm willing to live without Superman

as long as I have you...

...the man behind the glasses.

It's not only us, Lois.

All of Metropolis is in danger,

our entire planet.

If I don't stop Brainiac, who will?

Special Ops, Navy SEALS,

that Green Lantern guy.

Something's not right.

Everything is right, don't you see?

I'm here, Clark, with you,

just like you wanted.

You wouldn't know what I wanted,

not unless I told you or unless--

This isn't Metropolis.

I never left.

No, wait.

Clark, don't leave me!

You're not Lois, you're a phantom.

Lois is still in Metropolis.

We've done everything we can.

I don't expect her to last the hour.

Leave planet Earth now...

...or feel the might

of the new Man of Steel.

Look!

I destroyed Superman.

Destroying you, Lex Luthor,

will be a snap.

He really milks the drama.

You're going down, clown!

Come on!

Spread out.

Appreciate the Method acting,

but go easy, fella.

Bad back.

Acting? Did you really think I would ever

hand Earth over to you, Luthor?

Well, actually, Brainy, no.

So remember those goodies

I packed into your shuttle?

I threw in a little hidden

Easter egg called

"self-destruct mechanism."

So nice working with you.

You underestimate my intelligence.

My biotechnics located your mechanism,

which I deactivated.

Oh, boy.

Now I shall deactivate you.

Come on, get enough coverage, Olsen.

There's bound to be something

incriminating here.

This area is restricted.

I was just looking for

the little boys' room.

The film.

I'm sorry, you'll have to speak to

Mr. White about that.

Editor in chief of the Daily Planet?

You know something, newsboy?

You're kind of cute.

l-- I am?

Too bad I have to break you.

-Look!

-Up in the sky!

It's Superman!

What?

The son of Krypton lives?

But how?

Long story, Brainiac.

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