Superman Vs. The Elite Page #3

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How are they doing this?

Can you do this?

This is a call-out

to the shadow cabinets

petty dictators

and all-around tossers of the world.

You're on notice.

We're not bound by lines on a map

or political alliances...

...or governing bodies of any kind.

We are our own bosses,

and we have a very simple job.

There are the good guys, namely us...

...and the bad guys, namely anyone

who treats anyone else like trash...

...to further their petty aims.

We turn bad guys into memories.

So mind your manners, lads and lasses...

...or we'll blow your house down.

We're the Elite.

You asked for us, world. Now you got us.

At least they picked a name. Clark?

Ha-ha. All right!

Finally someone's got a pair!

See, Dad? That's how you do it.

No one's gonna pull something

with the Elite watching.

Everyone likes a shiny new penny,

but it doesn't mean that...

Lois.

Get your coat.

That'll give them something

to gab about.

Viva the Elite!

Have another, you git.

Meanwhile, back at our secret HQ...

...we continue our chat

with the two unluckiest sods on the planet.

The slobs at the other end

of the Chunnel.

Your mates got off easy,

and you can as well.

Spill your guts, so we don't have to.

Pretty please.

Guess it's a woman's touch, then.

You like picking on those weaker than you.

Defenseless.

No! No!

No! Keep her away from me.

The metahumans designated

the Elite are not anywhere...

...within the range of our scanners.

Their message was downloaded

through a post-dimensional channel.

I think my phone has an app for that.

It means they're hiding

between dimensions.

Impossible to track.

Though we are currently processing

How many of them are informational?

Zero.

How many of them contain the phrase:

- "These guys rock"?

- 2,800,000...

I need something. A location.

Do you think the world has moved on

to a place where I can't follow?

Sir, a spatial disruption matching

the Elite's energy signature...

...has been detected over Bialya.

Which one of you tin cans

is gonna get me back to England?

Thank God for the Elite!

Finally someone with the power

to say what we're all thinking.

Not all of us

"Might makes right" has never been

a productive philosophy.

So instead, you'd rather have tea

with terrorists.

Demitasse with dictators.

Of course not, but set aside the rhetoric

and analyze what Mr. Black said.

He said he's gonna kick some ass!

Without the rule of international

law, diplomacy, dialogue.

Dialogue? There are people

you cannot talk to.

That's who the Elite are for.

What happens when the Elite turn

their attentions away from those people...

- ...and turn them towards you?

- Why the hell would they do that?

I'm American! We're the good guys.

American scum!

Today you die.

And Bialya falls.

Wait.

What?

They have microwave popcorn

in your terror-ass country?

Goodnight, ladies.

You got terrorist on you.

Ck.

No worries, mate. It's all over now.

Chill a minute.

We've had you on a solar energy drip,

but your brain's still a wreck.

My bad. Didn't see you flying in.

Neutrino pulse.

It's like an EMP for organics.

Stops the electrons in your brain

from flowing for a second.

Makes everyone go nappy-time...

...unless you are in armor, apparently.

Considering the hit you took,

it's a bloody miracle you stayed conscious.

You...

No need to thank us,

though cash would be grand.

Kidding. How about the tour?

It's less boring

when you're half in the bag.

Even with his ass kicked,

it's still a fine ass.

Remember who kicked it, baby.

Totally flash, eh?

She's not just a ship.

She's actually the biggest silicone-based

bacteria colony in the universe.

Well, this universe.

Sounds gross, I know,

but she's fast as crap through a goose...

...and ducks between dimensions.

Complete privacy and gives traffic the finger.

Named her Bunny.

We think she had the capacity to feel...

...so we jettisoned her emotion nodules

a few ticks back.

Seemed the humane thing to do.

You killed them!

Murdered the Pokolistani soldiers.

No offense,

but someone had to do something...

...while you were playing spastic

on the floor.

Aww. Hat! Every time we win a battle...

...he gets knackered

and pukes all over the place.

This isn't a joke. You can't murder people

and call yourselves heroes.

Why not?

Your government does it all the time.

Look, Supes, when we take down

the baddies, they stay down.

- Isn't that better for everyone?

- We are not above the law.

We have to show the world

that there's a better way.

- That people can be better.

- But that's the problem. They can't.

The world's overflowing

with sick puppies.

Original sin in 36 flavors.

I'm not an idiot.

I know there are bad men in power.

It's not a perfect world, but we can't just

throw morality in the garbage.

You don't have a clue what it means

to live in fear, do you?

To wonder why no one can

stop the bogeymen...

...who knock down skyscrapers

or blow up schools.

Well, we do. Human beings do.

We understand fear all too well.

So now we're wiping the Earth

free of scum, and they love us for it.

It can't be this way. You know that.

I can't allow it.

You're welcome for the rescue.

Bunny.

Black!

Um... If this is a problem,

I can cut you in 10 percent.

As has been repeatedly stated,

Ms. Lane, MI5 does not confirm nor deny...

Forget it. I got the message loud and clear,

Double-No Useless.

Just checking in to report

nothing from British Intelligence...

...which is a major oxymoron

right now.

You're barking up the wrong forest.

As far as MI5 is concerned,

there is no Manchester Black.

And are you here to tell me differently,

or am I about to get shot in the face?

The world needs to know

what they're dealing with.

Vera?

Ches isn't the only one who worked

for the queen and had his history wiped.

Hope it helps.

Why?

Because my brother is misguided

and angry, but he saved my life.

I'd like to save his, if I can.

Shall we return to Metropolis,

Miss Lane?

Knock, knock, skullhead. Yummy time.

Almost had some excitement there.

The excitement's just starting.

Been a lot of talk. Not much of it good.

Had to put a slap on Ben Farnsworth

on account of he said you looked the fool.

I did, Pa.

They sucker-punched you.

Sucker-teleported, technically.

So even Smallville's rooting for the Elite.

Well, just the loud, angry and stupid.

Come on, it's not that simple.

I don't think that

I make them feel safe anymore.

The way I do things.

Clark, when people are scared...

...they have a tendency

to hop on a bandwagon...

...before they see who's driving it.

But when they wise up,

and believe me, they will...

...what matters is

that you'll be there for them.

Leading by example just like always.

Truth, justice and the American way.

It ain't broke, so don't fix it.

Thanks, Pa.

Besides, if those knuckleheads

don't quit tugging on your cape...

...you can always kick

their self-righteous asses to kingdom come.

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