Superman: Doomsday Page #4

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Save it. We're here.

Great. Retinal scanner.

Now what?

Ugh. Yummy.

- A freaking circus sideshow.

Jimmy.

Superman?

Supermen.

He's harvesting Supermen.

So you were right.

The Superman who returned...

A clone. A fake.

Which means

the real Superman really is...

Yes, Jimmy.

Dead. Just as you and Ms. Lane

are about to be.

Because after all,

there is no Superman to save you.

They are genetically bred

to do my bidding.

Imagine, an army of Supermen

policing the skies of Metropolis.

The world

upholding the law of Luthor.

Clearly, some fine-tuning is required.

On the bright side,

I get to kill Superman after all.

Oh, hell.

Evil Supermen? Not on my watch.

Aah!

Evacuate the premises.

Superman,

you've been a very, very bad boy.

I might have to mess up

that pretty face of yours.

That's it, come to papa.

What's he doing?

You're a menace to society, Luthor.

You won't be missed.

Come on.

An alert from Metropolis.

The saga of Superman's return...

...just took another bizarre twist...

...as the Man of Steel allegedly adds tech

mogul Lex Luthor to his recent hit list.

The president has declared

a state of emergency in Metropolis...

...and is considering military action.

Army reserves are mobilizing,

but there is no telling...

...how Superman will respond

to a show of force.

But, Kal-El,

you are only at 67 percent strength.

It'll have to do.

Kal-El, your double outmatches you.

You will need a leading edge

to defeat him.

Solar suit.

To help absorb yellow sun rays

during my flight there.

I had something

even more practical in mind.

Luthor's kryptonite cannon?

From the archives.

The kryptonite is safely ensconced

in a lead-lined cartridge.

Properly utilized,

it will weaken your opponent...

...and even the playing field.

This is insane.

We can't kill Superman.

You're right.

We can't kill Superman.

Dead men walking.

Superman,

I have to ask you to step down.

I don't think that

would be in the city's best interests.

You leave us no choice.

I'm only doing this because I care.

Fall back, fall back!

Lois?

Look who's back.

Who's the rocker?

- You don't think?

- I don't know.

He's wearing Superman's shield.

He's also wearing black.

Great. Bad Superman

and badder Superman.

Metropolis is doing just fine without you.

I'm not sure

I approve of your methods.

I'm not asking for your approval.

Get this straight,

you're not needed here.

Metropolis is under my protection,

now and forever.

Over my dead body.

Was that a kryptonite gun?

Not very Superman-like.

Come on.

Uh, I'll wait here.

Oh, for God's sake,

don't be such a girl.

Whew.

Aah!

- Who's the man in black?

- Who cares?

He's kicking Superman's ass.

This is starting to look familiar.

Yeah, only I'm in no mood

for another funeral.

Whoa!

You're out of shape.

Do tell.

Wow. That almost hurt.

Look, why prolong this?

I could keep this up all day,

but you...

Why not fly on out of here

while you still can?

And leave the city in your hands?

Not likely.

But don't you get it?

I am you, Superman.

A reflection of you

as you might have been.

If I were raised by Luthor?

If you were strong.

You're self-righteous, misguided,

my reflection in a cracked mirror.

Suit yourself.

What happened

to "camera on the action"?

The story's that way. Whoa!

Now it is.

I guess this time I'll need to see to it

that you stay dead.

Now tell me, who's better equipped

to protect Metropolis?

You have all my strengths...

...and my weaknesses.

Pro...

Protect...

Protect the people.

It's why I'm here.

If you're a robot or another damn clone

or something, I swear to God...

It's really me, Lois.

I'm back.

Like I haven't heard that before.

I may need some proof.

- Okay. I'm convinced.

- I'm glad.

But I'm not sure

they'll ever trust me again.

They will.

It may take some time.

Are you gonna wear

the red and blue suit again?

Because I like that one better.

Or not very much time at all.

Mm. Do I smell coffee?

Fresh pot. I'm almost done here.

Mm...

There's only one S in resurrection.

Didn't realize proofreading

was one of your super-powers.

Well, no.

But I was the spelling-bee champ

of Smallville Elementary.

Clark.

Don't forget to call your mother.

If history

has determined that gods can die...

...it has also proven

that they may return from the dead.

It would seem you can't be destroyed

after all, Superman.

It would seem.

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