Superman: Doomsday Page #3

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Luthor.

Over here, Superman.

Warm.

Warmer.

If you're wondering why you can't

see through these walls, Superman...

...they're lined with lead.

My rumpus room also comes equipped

with red solar lamps...

...and, of course, kryptonite.

Red and green,

the colors of Christmas.

And you are on the naughty list!

Why did you leave me?

Why?

We had so much unfinished business.

Who's your daddy?

By the way, you're doing a fine job

of convincing the world you're Superman.

Keep up the good work.

I've done it, Superman.

Achieved the unimaginable.

Sculpted your clone with a strand

of DNA from a fleck of blood...

...swabbed from the scene

of your epic final battle.

Your doppelgnger possesses all of

your speed, strength, morality even.

But not your mind.

Only knows what

I've programmed him to know...

...since you took your secrets

to the proverbial grave.

But why should I complain?

My super-powered sycophant

bows to my every whim.

Even tunneled all the way to Memorial Park

to pluck you from your resting place.

A bit ghoulish, I know,

but necessary to stage your coming out.

I resented being cheated

out of orchestrating your destruction...

...but I'm over it.

In fact, this whole miserable experience

has only made me stronger.

Put me back in touch with my roots.

So now that you no longer stand

in the way of my plans, Superman...

...you shall help me to achieve them.

Lane. Martha, hi.

Clark still hasn't visited.

Hasn't even phoned.

He... He's a little preoccupied

here in Bigville.

You know, making up for lost time.

Well, you see him, don't you?

Not as much as I'd like.

So this is what a potential Pulitzer

Prize winner does for a second act?

Lois, hey.

Don't think they'll let you past

the ropes wearing that.

Ow, ow, ow!

I'm not here to go clubbing, Jimmy.

I'm here to talk.

Lois, I'm working here.

Jimmy, look at you.

Italian silk.

You're underpaid at the Planet,

you know.

I meant I'm not sure

I like what you think you've become.

Ha-ha, speaking of changes,

how about the big S, huh?

Ever consider the big S

may not be what he seems?

He wears red and blue, flies...

...crime rate's plummeted

since he's risen from the grave.

Gosh, you think he's a zombie?

I'm not sure what he is.

Call it reporter's nose

or woman's intuition, but...

Whoa, you're not serious?

Why wouldn't you think

he's really Superman?

Okay, weird.

But it doesn't mean he's...

- I need to know the truth.

- And you could use my help.

Come on, Jimmy,

for old time's sake?

I've moved on, Lois.

I like my life the way it is now.

I like it just fine.

And how was your day, Superman?

Save any lives?

A 19-second blackout at 3:47 a. m.

Had to be an EMP.

But you didn't get up

and walk away, Superman.

Where the hell are you?

Winslow P. Schott, a. k. a. Toyman...

...escaped from prison

early this morning...

...and proceeded to hold several children

hostage at a daycare center.

After a prolonged standoff...

...the fugitive was apprehended

by police just moments ago.

But though Toyman is now safely

in police custody...

...there is a tragic element

to the scene.

Minutes before his capture,

Toyman took the life of young Katy Alpert.

She was only 4 years old.

I'm alive?

It would seem that on this world...

...the laws of human death

do not apply to you, Kal-El.

I only came to realize it 17 days

after your apparent demise...

...when I was alerted to a single pulse

of your biorhythmic signature.

So my vitals slowed to a crawl...

To better enable you to heal.

I had to await a second pulse,

...once I discovered

your body had been relocated.

Relocated?

To LexCorp.

It would appear

that Lex Luthor has cloned you.

I need to get back to Metropolis.

Once you have regained your strength.

I am uncertain

of your double's agenda...

...but for now, he seems to be

protecting Metropolis.

Pardon me, officers.

I need a moment with your prisoner.

What? Why, you can't...

Uh, is that allowed?

I have rights.

I have nothing to say to you.

How about goodbye?

Did he just drop him?

Lane. He did what?

Excuse me, coming through.

Move it!

Over here. Over here, Superman.

Superman, what made you do it?

Toyman would have killed again.

An example needed to be set.

But you've never done anything

like this in the past.

I see things differently now.

- But what about the law?

Won't there be repercussions?

I consider myself the authority

on what's best for Metropolis, don't you?

That is not the boy I raised.

Precious, come down here.

Precious.

Got her, ma'am.

Now, you know, Persian Longhairs

really shouldn't be outdoors.

Please, Precious didn't mean it.

Oh, my beef isn't with the kitty.

It really irks me when folks don't take

responsibility for the little things.

Don't get me wrong,

I'm here to help.

But every time I have to stop

and sweat the small stuff...

...it potentially keeps me

from attending to more urgent matters.

Life-threatening matters.

You may wanna think about that

next time you leave the screen door open.

I will. I... I promise, thank you.

The commissioner

would like a word with you, Superman.

As I was just explaining to the lady,

I'm a little busy right now.

We've been instructed

to escort you, if necessary.

Really?

- Son of a...!

- Watch the language.

Solar boosters at maximum.

Your metabolism

has spiked exponentially, Kal-El.

We must continue your accelerated

absorption of yellow solar energy.

Well, the prodigal son of Krypton.

You've been acting a tad

out of character, wouldn't you say?

Protecting Metropolis

is out of character?

It is when you make the streets

run red with blood.

I put you on Earth

to attend to my dirty work.

Here.

A hot list of LexCorp's competitors.

All with motive to steal Superman's corpse

for scientific gain.

Retrieve the body immediately...

...and discreetly.

Remember,

I brought you into this world.

I can take you out of it.

That's what I said, right?

Ladies.

Mm, lead.

Only one thing it could be hiding,

kryptonite.

A safe Superman

means a safe Metropolis.

Evening, Lex.

Lois Lane.

- How did you...?

- Get past security?

It's what I do.

Forgive the indelicacy, Lois,

but you look terrible.

There's breaking news.

Looks like you won, Lex.

You finally won.

I'm not sure I know

what you're talking about.

How'd you do it?

How did you make Superman

your puppet?

Really, Lois,

these insinuations of yours are...

Relax. I don't plan on writing

any more exposs.

I'm tired, quitting the Planet,

leaving Metropolis.

But before I go,

I need to know how you did it.

What you did to him...

...so I can move on with my life.

You were more than friends.

He was more than

your constant rescuer.

You must be terribly lonesome

without him.

Yes.

Then you need someone

to take his place.

Someone big and strong.

We have 30 minutes,

we need to work fast.

Don't forget your camera.

You know, I'm supposed to be covering

a celebrity rave right now.

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