Superman\Batman: Public Enemies Page #2

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Where's The Flash when you need him?

Do me a favor

and lose the sense of humor.

Do us both a favor and buy one.

We can't go back up.

He might still be there.

Neither of us is in any shape

to take him on.

Then what are we supposed to do?

The cemetery was built

over the old sewer system.

But how can we-?

- Are you up to it?

- We'll find out, won't we?

Oh, it's you.

Bruce.

It's not ending here.

I won't let it.

I thought...

...I was supposed to rescue you.

There might still be time for that.

Can we get to your cave from here?

Eventually.

Time for you to see my side of the world.

Some company you keep.

Come on, Bruce. Stay with me.

You know who I was thinking

about the other day?

Who?

- Magpie.

The criminal?

- Do we know another Magpie?

Whatever happened to her?

- She died.

- No. Are you sure?

Reasonably.

Why is it that good villains never die?

Clark, what the hell are good villains?

- Can you do it?

- Sure.

Bend steel and all that.

Clark.

It tickles.

Halt.

Identify yourselves.

Alfred, it's me.

- Master Bruce.

You can rest easy, sir.

I'm already feeling better. Thanks.

I took the liberty of washing

and repairing your shirt and cape.

The souvenirs of the Gotham City sewers

are best left under the streets.

I'm sure Lois will appreciate that.

- honor and distinction.

John Corben might have been

more machine than man...

...but he was still human.

A human being

who certainly didn't deserve this.

He came to me months ago,

seeking a pardon and a fresh start...

...and, mindful of my own history...

...as well as his enormous potential

for good...

...I granted him both.

In the short time Mr. Corben had left,

he worked hard for this country...

...helping to keep her secure

from terrorist threats.

Then, last night,

John Corben was murdered.

Murdered, our prosecutors believe...

...by a man

who used his own freakish power...

...to settle a personal score

in violation of the laws that bind us all.

A man who calls himself Superman.

Does he think

anybody's gonna believe that?

I met with Superman

to try to enlist him...

...in the government's effort

to stop the meteor.

He, of all people,

should have been eager to help.

But instead, he lost his temper.

Metallo stepped in to protect me.

And this is what Superman did to him.

I know many of you

will find it difficult to believe...

...that Superman could do this.

I shared that skepticism...

...until some of our top scientists

reminded me...

...that Superman's vulnerability

to kryptonite...

...can have a psychological component.

In other words,

the radiation from the approaching meteor...

...is affecting Superman's mind.

He's a danger to us all now.

And himself as well.

In accordance with that...

...I am announcing a bounty on him...

...in the amount of one billion dollars.

It pains me to do this...

...but as our planet faces

its gravest peril...

...we cannot afford to be distracted

by one man's growing irrationality.

Thank you and good night.

And we're out.

Thank you, Mr. President.

Let's go, people.

Come in.

Mr. President, can I talk to you?

It's really important.

"Growing irrationality"?

- Who does he think-?

- Can it affect your mind?

No. I mean, it never has.

Look, this whole thing

is just plain ridiculous.

- I can prove I didn't kill him.

- How?

You were with me the whole time, and-

- Oh.

- I'll figure out a way to clear this up later.

Right now,

you and I have a meteor to stop.

He didn't do it. I'm sure of it.

Oh, really?

It's just not in him.

Do me a favor.

Think back to three years ago.

Could you have even dreamed back then

that I would be president today?

Did you think it was in me?

Then if I could change that much,

couldn't he?

You're late. What took you?

I honestly don't think you'd understand.

- Lois?

- Mm-hm.

You're right.

You know,

you didn't need to use the wire.

- I could have carried you.

- Between you and me, I hate that.

This won't take long.

- See something?

- Smell something.

Now even I can smell it.

They must think I did this

with my heat vision.

You couldn't have.

Not unless your heat vision is radioactive.

It's not, is it?

No. This way.

- Now I really do look like a criminal.

- It's done wonders for me.

But how do we get the data now?

There's one other possibility.

Okay, where's your friend?

Yeah. The one

who's worth a billion bucks.

You wanna play it that way? Okay.

Superman.

- Little busy at the moment.

When you can, bring the heat.

Now!

- You all right?

- Better than them, anyway.

Banshee's out.

Can you keep her that way?

Hypersonics.

Effective even on metahumans.

If she tries anything...

...this will drive her scream

right back at her.

- More?

- Everyone wants that reward.

All you are is a rat with wings.

And what better way to get rid of a rat

than by drowning it?

There. That wasn't too difficult.

I'll have to ask the Joker...

...why he's had so much trouble

doing this over the years.

So this isn't a complete waste

of my energies...

...let's have a peek under that cowl.

What do you need with money, Mongul?

All you've ever cared about

is ruling the universe.

Grundy not feel good.

Grundy gonna feel a lot worse.

Shiva.

You wanna be Luthor's boy now?

I'm sick...

...of Lex Luthor.

Mongul wasn't his usual

talkative self.

And Grundy

sounded like William F. Buckley.

You think

there's some kind of mind control going on?

A telepath, or maybe a-?

- Nightshade.

Interesting.

Even the lesser ones have some value...

...when their powers

are put to the proper use.

I know that speech pattern.

Top of that building.

Grodd. Of course.

Had to be a telepath.

Heard a gorilla's heartbeat.

Pull.

Hey. What-?

We're surrounded.

I can hear them coming.

I suppose it's useless to tell you to leave.

I wouldn't miss this for anything.

- Your funeral.

- Already had one.

- I never believed in the cavalry.

- Captain Atom, I wanna thank you-

I have a federal warrant

for your arrest, Superman.

So much for the cavalry.

Are you all right, Mr. President?

Fine. But thank you for asking.

At ease, at ease.

Let's see those missiles, general.

You sold out to Luthor.

I'm doing my duty.

Look, this isn't my decision to make.

It's the court's.

"Court's"? This is Luthor's vendetta.

Power Girl,

what do you think about all this?

It doesn't matter what any of us thinks.

Luthor is the president...

...and what he says goes.

Now, are you coming or not?

Not.

You piece of-

Look out!

Enough.

Some of our scientists were

going over the scenario in their computers.

They don't think the missiles

will be enough to-

General, I don't care

what your scientists think.

The missiles will knock out that meteor.

- I did all the calculations myself.

- Yes, sir.

Captain Atom. This isn't the best time.

I'm sorry, sir,

but you wanted to be kept apprised.

Yes. Fine. Do you have them in custody?

- No, sir.

- What happened?

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