Superman Vs. The Elite Page #2

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- You too.

- We'll see.

I'll tell it all. How he saved

Churchill from that nasty Doberman.

With just his brain.

Quite the looker.

Your reporter friend.

I'm not into the golden oldies.

Subspace teleport pods.

All the cool HQs have them.

So are you stalking me

or are you here for the scenery?

You never gave me your cell.

Had to start somewhere.

Quite the detective. Following the guy...

...with the Union Jack

tatted to his chest to England? Heh.

Come on, I'm just breaking

your boots, Superman.

Truth is I ramble when I get nervous...

...and I'm in a bit of a twist

having a jaw with Superman. Ha.

- Let's start with your name.

- Manchester Black.

Aspiring do-gooder and all-around

pain in the ass at your service.

You wanna talk? Let's talk.

Just not here.

Never could stand the smell of the place.

Feeding time.

Hey, some parsnips and carrots.

Good for the skin.

- This is inhuman.

- Just think what a service you're providing...

...having all your energy

sucked into the city's electronic grid.

It's almost like

you cooked your own supper.

Incoming. It's the big guy.

Hello, again.

Come on, you lot. He doesn't bite.

That's a pity.

Big fella goes by Coldcast.

The Hat's our resident master

of hocus-pocus...

...and fortune cookie wordsmith.

Your lucky numbers are four, eight, 15...

-...and...

- I'm Menagerie, but you can call me Pam.

At this number. Anytime.

Down, girl.

Good to meet you all. Thank you again for

what you did in Bialya, but we need to talk.

Of course. Someone comes sniffing

around your tomato...

...so to speak, you need to get a look-see.

Due diligence.

We're an open book.

So if you'll just relax...

Sorry. I heard your

telepathic shout before.

But my mind is protected from anything

deeper by a series of psychic blocks.

Best I've seen too.

Got a few skeletons rattling around

up there you don't want out?

I'm not looking for your deepest, darkest.

Showing is faster than telling.

I hate to hear me own voice,

believe it or not.

Don't believe him.

Only thing shuts him up is a soccer game.

Football, you uneducated Yank.

This is low-level stuff, Supes.

Promise. Like telly in HD.

- All right.

- Apologies in advance...

...for the graphic nature

of what you're about to see.

Some of us had it rough

in the origin department.

I'm off, then. See you at dinner.

Lucky I give you a roof and a pillow,

you worthless squib.

You want something to eat?

Work it out for yourself.

Take the girl with you.

Can't stand her mewling.

It's a Cinderella story, really.

I was the unplanned fifth

of five boys...

...left to fend for meself after me mum died

giving birth to number six.

The only girl. Vera.

Ooh. What's wrong, love?

I lost my mum!

Oh, don't fret, dear.

We'll find your mum.

The only good thing I had.

Brothers had all gone off

and wound up dead or in jail...

...where they wound up dead anyway.

But Vera, she was special.

Did what I could to protect her.

But really, she was always

taking care of me, till that summer.

Plenty of loose wallets in Heaton Park.

Not proud of it, but hungry is hungry.

- Good day! Let's get ice cream before...

- Aah!

Thought it was puberty,

you know. Headaches.

The feeling that my body

was turning against me.

But it was getting worse by the week.

But that day...

There's one of them.

I couldn't stand. Couldn't run.

A damn cripple. If it wasn't for Vera...

Sod off, copper.

No!

Vera!

It was a frigging horror show.

Me, on my knees. Vera screaming.

And I was helpless,

praying for it all to stop.

Imagine my shock when it did.

Goodbye, headaches. Hello, power.

After that it's the usual fish tale.

Her Majesty's secret service took notice,

gave me a bed...

...and taught me about hurting

bad people in the name of freedom.

Met this lot during a particularly

disenfranchising tour in Africa...

...and we decided to make a go of it

freelance, like yourself.

The rest is current events.

Your sister, did she make it?

We don't all get happy endings, Superm...

Aah!

Chester!

- What's wrong?

- Screams. Lots of screams.

Smoke and electrical discharge

in both tubes. Evac all trains.

Not an accident.

Repeat:
this is an attack.

They've hit us on the east end too.

Both ends of the Chunnel are sealed off.

This is not right.

This should not be happening.

Sweet heavenly father.

- Captain.

- Oh, thank God.

We have simultaneous attacks

at both openings.

The trains are trapped inside,

filled to capacity.

Flooding has begun to...

Melt the blockage to slag

and drag the lorries out.

No time. The superstructure

has been compromised.

Collapse is imminent.

Can you teleport the passengers?

Teleport pod's back home, mate.

We're great kicking the snot

out of wankers, but this...

This is a test of your imagination.

How strong are you?

- This for real, Ches?

- Real as it gets.

You got the power he needs?

Don't... Just don't ask.

Get ready, Black.

Like your mum! Hat, you're on deck.

Now!

Take it up!

Damn, he doing it'?

Not by himself, sweet thing.

If you two are doing pissing about...

Got him!

Hat!

Tell me he's got that thing trained.

Not bad for a guy who

just kicks the snot out of wankers.

Well, I'll be damned. We did it.

Looks like you guys

are gonna need a name soon.

Guess what we found.

- Bastards!

- Manchester!

Who put you up to this?

- Easy, Manchester.

- Not chatty? Fine.

Pokolistani tweaked about

England's support of Bialya.

You're killing them! Stop!

Can't just let them get away with it,

though, can we?

We won't, but not like that.

Why the hell not?

No less than they deserve.

Call this one a win

and save the philosophy for the pub, then?

- Definitely.

- Hey, hero. Mm.

So was it the trashy outfit,

or should I start gluing slugs to my face?

- Maybe an iguana.

- It was a moment.

Pam was overexcited.

Pam? One team-up and she's Pam.

We saved a few hundred people, Lois.

What can I say?

They're new and... excitable.

That excitability better stay one-sided,

though you don't exactly sound like a fan.

Not sure I am.

You're the minority. The net's on fire.

- People love these guys.

- They didn't see the part...

...where Black almost lobotomized

the two Pokolistani terrorists.

- That would have sealed it.

- What do you mean?

I mean some people think terrorists

should get what they deserve...

...as slowly and painfully as possible.

Is that what you believe?

Some days, yeah.

I checked with the London Mirror while you

were making kissy faces with Lady Furby.

They couldn't confirm any

of Black's story.

- What about the sister?

- No birth record. No death certificate.

- So he's lying?

- Don't know. We need to go deeper.

If he did work for the government,

his files could be...

Okay.

Lois.

Evening, morning,

and afternoon to one and all...

...wherever you happen to be.

Please forgive this brief

but important message...

...regarding the safety

of the civilized world.

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