Superman\Batman: Apocalypse

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Welcome back, folks.

This is Gotham Talk Radio.

Give us a call at 555-7630.

Tonight, I promise, we're not going to

talk about President Luthor's impeachment.

Instead, I wanna switch gears...

...to Gotham's new fleet

of automated surveillance blimps...

...which took flight earlier this week.

Are these unmanned eyes in the sky

a black eye on people's privacy?

That's what civil liberty groups

are saying. What about you?

Before we get to your calls,

here's headline news. Vicki?

A.J., blimps aren't the only sights

we've been seeing these last few nights.

A rash of meteor showers has lit up

the skies from coast to coast this week...

...following the destruction of a giant

kryptonite asteroid by our own dark knight.

Today, NASA officials, who have been

monitoring the situation...

...say we've seen the last

of these shooting stars...

...since most of the kryptonite debris

has moved beyond Earth's orbit.

Meanwhile, there's been no comment

from Batman...

...who seems to have gone back

into seclusion.

This morning in the nation's capital...

...Superman completed his deposition

for the impeachment hearings.

He hoped the removal

of President Luthor...

...would usher in a new era

of peace and tranquillity.

From what we gather, something

has come down near Gotham harbour.

Let's take some more callers.

It was unbelievable.

It lit up my bedroom

like the middle of the day.

There was this big boom...

...and then the whole apartment

just started shaking.

I was so scared.

Huge fireball.

My neighbour said it fell in the bay.

Had to be a meteor, right?

I mean, what else could it have been?

Hey, check it out.

Well, hello, beautiful.

You getting a little fresh air?

Whoa, whoa. Slow down, honey.

What is that, Swedish?

Hey, Gus, I think she likes you.

Come on, sweetheart. Let old Gus give you

a private lesson in foreign relations.

Hey, lady. Gus may be a jerk,

but you shouldn't have...

Lady, I didn't have nothing

to do with them. Here, take it.

It's all I got. I swear.

Hey, man, you okay?

Tell me what happened.

Lady, are you all right?

Bring her down.

Enough.

I don't know who you are,

but you've had enough fun for one night.

Her DNA is definitely not human.

Enhance.

Extremely high concentrations

of neural stem cells.

Her name is Kara Zor-El, from Krypton.

She's my cousin.

Your cousin just torched $50,000

worth of custom hardware.

- Send me the bill.

- On a reporter's salary, right.

"This vessel contains

my daughter, Kara Zor-El...

...from the now dead planet Krypton.

Treat her as you would your own child.

She will prove a treasure for your world."

Treasure. You're sure of the translation?

It says treasure. Not terror, not trouble.

Always the cynic.

You can't help yourself, can you?

You know those tests I was running?

Her cellular structure

is a shade more dense than yours.

She metabolizes sunlight

more efficiently.

It could be her youth.

It could be something else.

Bottom line,

she might be more powerful than you.

It makes me wonder.

So does her sudden appearance.

I find it just a little too...

- Speak English.

- It's attacking.

What's attacking?

That.

Krypto. No.

Bad dog.

Kara's a friend. Leave her alone.

I'm sorry, l...

I've tried to get him to like me,

but he just barks and growls, he hates me.

Go up to your quarters.

But I didn't do anything wrong.

We'll talk later.

Krypto's just feeling a little overprotective.

Aren't you, boy?

I don't know. I've always considered him

a good judge of character.

Look, she's been through a lot.

Not to mention learning

an entire language in less than a week.

- Why don't you cut her some slack?

- We don't know anything about her.

She claims to have no memory of anything

prior to splashing down in Gotham Bay.

I'm not saying there aren't loose ends.

Having no control over her powers

is more than a loose end.

She's dangerous.

Which is why she's in quarantine

until she can gain control.

She may be the only blood relative

I have left.

I'm willing to give her the benefit

of the doubt, at least for the time being.

You don't have a problem with that,

do you?

No problem at all.

But I can't speak for the dog.

Spying on me now?

You don't like me, do you?

Huh. It's you that has the problem.

Why can't you leave me alone? You'll

never understand what it's like to be me.

Then explain it to me until I do.

Does any of this help

fill in your memory lapses?

Some. I know that's my Uncle Jor-El

and my Aunt Lara.

Because Superman, Kal-El, told you.

No. Because I remember.

Uncle Jor-El was like my father.

They both believed

the planet was doomed...

...which is why my father

also built a ship.

He told me the navigation system

was locked onto Earth...

...and that he and my mother

would soon follow.

I was just about out when...

I saw them die, right before my eyes.

And then there was that light,

that awful, blistering light.

Then, all I remember is darkness.

The rest you told me.

How the asteroid carried me

across the galaxy...

...until it broke and I landed here.

Do you remember your mother's name?

You know I don't.

Why don't you trust me?

Kal-El has enemies who would go

to great lengths to destroy him.

You think I would hurt my own cousin?

Perhaps not intentionally.

I sensed your presence earlier

because I thought I heard your heartbeat.

I was wrong.

You have no heart.

My Treasure, you are one

of the finest warriors on Apocalypse.

But do you really think you have what

it takes to be captain of the honour guard...

...to the almighty Darkseid?

Bring them forth

so they can taste my blade.

Furies.

This one was no match for us.

Let the dogs clean up the mess.

You disappoint me, Granny Goodness.

You led me to believe Treasure could

replace Big Barda as captain of my guard.

She showed such promise.

There has been

an interesting development on Earth.

Bring me the girl

who fell out of the sky.

The one they call Kara.

And this time don't fail me.

Or it will be you, dear Granny,

whom the Furies carve up next.

I'm so glad to be out of quarantine,

I can't tell you.

Don't get me wrong,

I like the Fortress of Solitude.

But you have to admit,

it is a little boring.

Metropolis is much more my style.

This is the life I want, Kal. Uh...

I mean, Clark.

You've got plenty of time to decide.

I wanna know everything there is to know

about being an Earth girl.

Where do we start?

I have a pretty good idea. Come on.

Whoa!

Ready?

Ta-da!

Well?

Uh, no way.

Perfect. I'll take it.

Oops. Heh-heh-heh.

Oh, my gosh. That was so much fun.

I'm going to love being an Earth girl.

You've certainly got

the shopping part down.

Are you hungry? I'm starving.

- They're not really made out of...?

- No.

That's so good.

Well, that's it.

Shopping, junk food...

I'd say you're a bona-fide Earth girl.

It's so beautiful here.

Not like that other city

where Grumpy Ass lives.

Grumpy Ass isn't so bad

once you get to know him.

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