Superman: The Last Son of Krypton Page #2

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But he can't outrun the police.

Do you have a better idea?

See him?

Not yet. They have the lights off.

Wait! There's movement

in the hover port.

Look out!

I hope his crash bags are working.

Good evening. Is there a problem?

I've got the hyperspace coordinates

locked in.

Once he gets to Earth he'll be safe.

Lara, I could send you with him.

There's a risk, but if I have time

to recalibrate the course...

No, my love. I'm staying with you.

The patrol's reporting in.

Jor-EI's escaped the perimeter.

- They're requesting further instructions.

- It doesn't matter anymore.

Farewell, Krypton.

- Hey, what's going on?

- Where'd he go?

Where's Brainiac?

Not another one.

No. The last one.

Goodbye, Kal-EI.

Holy Christmas! What was that?

Over here, Martha. Martha?

Martha? Martha?

You'll wake him.

Martha, what are you doing?

Put that thing back.

We don't know where it came from.

He's not a thing, Jonathan.

He's a baby. A little baby.

Who would put a baby in a spaceship?

That's just my point. Could be Russian.

- A sputnik baby.

- Oh, really!

Maybe he's one of ours.

- You think NASA's missing a kid?

- I don't care where he came from.

All I know is, he needs us, Jonathan.

Look how he's reaching out to you.

Cute little fella.

Got a good grip too.

What do you think of

the name Christopher?

Now, Martha, let's discuss this.

- Or Kevin?

- Martha!

Or Kirk?

I know. We can use my maiden name.

What do you think of...?

Clark!

Clark Kent!

Yes, Ms. Stevenson?

Looks like you daydreamed your way

to another perfect score.

Once again the boy genius

performs to his usual standards.

And so did you, Miss Lang.

For a guy who just aced his midterms,

you don't look too happy. What's wrong?

Oh, I don't know.

Lately I'm feeling kind of weird.

You've always been weird,

if you ask me.

Hey, it's Lana. The girl who's had

a crush on you since we were 3.

- You can tell me.

- It's just...

...in the last few months,

I've been hearing things.

Things I couldn't before.

Like over there.

Jenny's telling Pete Ross

her folks are out tonight.

That little tart! You heard that?

And I can see things too,

like in the gym.

Ms. Stevenson's putting up

decorations for the dance.

Someone should hold that ladder.

You're saying you can see through walls?

So how many times have you peeked

into the girls' locker room?

- Lana!

- I'm just kidding. Jeez!

It's not a joke, Lana.

I'm going through a bad time.

I thought if anybody'd

understand, it'd be...

- Listen!

- What is it?

Call an ambulance!

There's gonna be an accident!

How do you know? Clark!

Hey, stop!

- Mommy!

- Annie!

Help me! Mom and Daddy!

Oh, my God! Clark! Clark!

Mommy!

Annie!

You're not even burned. How...?

I don't know.

Getting stronger every day, Pa.

Hello?

And that's not the half of it. Look.

It's getting hot.

- All you did was look at it.

- I know.

Yes, dear, I'll tell him.

That was Lana.

Third time tonight, Clark.

Won't you talk to her?

What can I say, Ma?

I don't even know how it happened.

Suddenly I was running faster

than I've ever run in my life.

I ripped the camper apart like cardboard.

The fire never touched me.

I always felt different,

even before you told me I was adopted...

...but how is it possible to do this?

I think it's time, Martha.

We never showed you this, son.

I guess we didn't know

how to explain it.

Still don't.

You know how some babies

are found in baskets?

Well, this is how we found you.

You're kidding, right?

You're not.

- So where did I come from?

- We don't know.

There wasn't much inside,

just some blankets and this.

Never could get the darn thing open.

Maybe you've got the magic touch.

What's happening?

- Kal-EI?

- Who?

Hello, son. You've activated the message

we placed in your escape rocket.

- I am Jor-EI.

- And I am Lara.

We are your parents.

By the time you see this, our world will

have been gone for many years.

You are the sole survivor of Krypton...

...a planet similar to Earth in many ways.

This was our home.

No. No, it can't be true.

- It's hurting him.

- Let him be, Martha.

You may have discovered that you are

much stronger and faster...

...than a normal human being.

I am a normal human being!

Your Kryptonian body draws its strength

from Earth's yellow sun.

It will give you abilities

that no other human has.

I don't believe any of this.

Some people will fear you,

perhaps even try to destroy you.

Despite this, you must never

use your powers in anger.

Be brave, my son.

Remember who you are and the legacy

you carry inside you.

We love you, Kal-EI. Always.

It's not true.

I'm not a freak. I'm not.

I'm not!

Clark!

Clark, come back!

Yes!

Oh, yeah!

Ma! Pa!

Oh, Clark!

It's okay.

Metropolis can boast

of many amazing sights:

The country's biggest bridge.

The world's tallest building.

But now it may have its most

astonishing sight: a guardian angel.

Just ask little Danitra Evans.

She saw him.

I was fooling around the window

when I lost my balance and fell.

Suddenly this big blue angel with

red wings came down and caught me.

He put me on the ground

and flew away.

You should've heard my mommy scream.

This is where they found Danitra,

and that's where she fell from.

Thirty floors up. If it wasn 't an angel

that saved her, what was it?

Friendly pigeons.

What's the matter?

Don't believe in angels?

It's TV, boys, just a trumped-up story

to boost ratings.

And maybe sell some papers?

Chief, I spent a week on the docks

with rats and frizzed hair...

...exposing the biggest gun-smuggling ring

in 10 years...

...and what makes the front page?

Some sprouty, New Age,

granola-crunching fluff piece on angels.

- What's next? Interviews with Bigfoot?

- Good timing, Lois.

I want you to be the first to know

I'm hiring a new guy on the city desk.

Is he cute?

- You tell me.

- Oh, hi.

- Hello.

- This is the guy, Lois.

- Clark Kent from Smallville.

- Smallville? Never heard of it.

- Have you ever been to Kansas?

- God, no.

I've been reading his stuff. It's good.

I thought maybe he could tag along

with you to get the lay of the land.

I'd love to play den mother, but I got

that Lexcorp story in half an hour.

Oh, yeah. The great and benevolent

Mr. Luthor...

...is demonstrating

a new weapons system today.

Lex is Lois' beat,

but I'm sure she won't mind...

...having another set

of eyes with her. Right, Lois?

Smallville, nothing against you, but

even as a kid I never liked babysitting.

You wanna keep up, be quick.

- I'm no tour guide and I don't hold hands.

- You won't have to worry about that.

Jimmy. Jimmy Olsen,

say hello to Clark Kent.

- The new guy?

- Yeah.

Nice to meet you. I'm Jimmy.

I work as a copy boy,

but I'm a photographer.

- Good for you.

- I'd like to show you my pictures.

- Well, not right...

- They're hot, Mr. Kent, really.

I'm fearless. You can ask Miss Lane.

She uses me all the time.

Bye.

So I see.

You sure my nose isn't shiny?

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