Superman Vs. The Elite Page #4

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- Lois?

- Home now.

Let's get out of here!

That's not attractive at all.

Finally someone you wouldn't do.

Zip it, love birds.

Let's show Big Blue how it's done

on his home turf.

I hope you know

that thing goes off during dinner.

Yeah, yeah.

Dad, that's Central Square.

- The Elite are here.

- Terrence, wait.

Aren't you an ugly biter?

He's sending in the B team?

I want the boss, not the interns.

Let him go!

Black. Shield up.

I really have to sober up now.

What the hell is happening?

I think that little rest at Stryker's

did me some good.

Hat, form a perimeter.

Coldcast, can you absorb energy

or just project it?

Hells yes. If I can get that sucker

before he gets me.

Oi. You can't boss my team.

The man giveth and the man taketh away.

You're buggered, mate.

Give my regards to Satan then.

No. He's going back to Stryker's.

Back to jail? Are you daft?

This is what happens.

More pain, more suffering.

- We are not the law. We do not...

- Kill him.

- Kill him.

- I'm sorry.

- Do it, Manchester.

- Kill it.

- Kill it.

- Kill it.

- Kill it.

- Do it.

Stop, listen to Superman.

- Do it.

- Kill the bastard.

He... He wouldn't want...

It's your fault. You beat him already.

- You did it your way and...

- And he failed.

Is that the world you want?

Or should monsters like this

get what they deserve?

Say it, kid.

No.

Do it.

Listen, I like Superman, sure.

But the Elite will kill these murderers

and terrorists. What's not to like?

The Elite are terrorists.

They have allied themselves with Bialya.

And perpetrated acts of war

against our nation.

This will not be tolerated.

I've lived in Metropolis my entire life.

Superman has always been there for us.

But so have those criminals

he's put away so many times.

Maybe his way doesn't work.

Acts of aggression

will no longer be tolerated.

And not a Superman

nor a Manchester Black...

...will stop us from defending

our borders.

Kill them all and let God sort it out.

Superman's done.

This is the age of the Elite.

It's not fair. Someone else be Superman.

Not it.

- But you wanted to be Superman.

Yeah, but I can't kill you,

but you can kill me? That's not fair.

- It's the rules.

- Sucks. Superman is so beat.

Clark. Clark. I called Kansas

and Ma said you're not there.

So pick up your stupid hologram thing

or I'll kick your butt when you get home.

- Sweet-talker.

- Yeah, well, not really.

I made it through those files on the Elite.

Mr. Black's back-story

is a load of rubbish.

Failing to mention his sister

is still alive is a good example.

And that dear old Dad

suffered a massive stroke...

...when Chester decided

he was due for one.

And how Vera's rescue resulted

in the deaths of a dozen people...

...when he crushed the train that hit her.

My God, are you running this

in the Planet?

I tried.

Perry was shut down by British Intelligence

before the story left his computer.

No one wants to admit

they took a narcissistic angry teenager...

...and tried to make a Superman

out of him.

The rest of the team isn't much better.

No murders, but criminal records

a mile long.

All wiped clean

when they were recruited.

Vera's a sweet kid...

...but she turned into quite

the establishment b*tch, didn't she?

Sorry to barge in, but there was no bell.

And magic trumps a giant key every time.

I'm going to say this once.

Surrender now,

face judgment for your crimes or...

Stop. There is no "or"

in this conversation.

Because you don't have the stones to do

to us what we'd do to you in a heartbeat.

He might have the stones to do me.

Pam, I'm handing out ultimatums.

Please, keep it in your pants.

You probably won't believe this,

but I used to love superheroes.

But masks are for hiding.

Capes are for play.

You were the first. The best.

But now you're a clich

and you don't fit in anymore.

Mad scientists, idiots in underwear, bank

robbers, knock yourself out with that lot.

But the real work, fixing the world,

is ours.

Starting tomorrow with Bialya.

- I'm shutting you down.

- Right.

Maybe this time they'll learn

that crime doesn't pay.

Entering Pokolistan airspace.

Capital city in range.

Requesting authorization

for payload drop.

All buildings are active targets.

Level the city.

Long live Bialya.

It ends today.

Ends without a single loss of life.

Boy, you sure showed us, didn't you?

Do I feel mortified?

What happens next, Super Gandhi?

Next I get the leaders of both

Pokolistan and Bialya...

...to sit down

and talk in a neutral location.

- Don't you think it's a bit late for that?

- It's never too late for peace, Black.

That's what I'm trying

to make you understand.

No. No, I mean, it's a bit late...

...because the leaders of Bialya

and Pokolistan...

- ...are dead as a bunch of dead wankers.

- What?

Well, you know, the opposite of alive.

Dead.

No one was gonna blink here, Supes.

I read their minds.

Got all their precious little state secrets.

Bottom line is that the war of jackholes

was just going to escalate...

...until this dungheap of a region

was turned to glass.

- No offense.

- No. You didn't.

The only logical thing to do was to

slot the whole megillah and start over.

So congratulations, children.

Your leaders are all dead.

Peace reigns supreme.

No!

Oh, no.

Wait.

In a week people will forget

these countries ever existed.

But they'll never forget the day Superman

declared war on their favorite son.

Write your wills, say your goodbyes.

Tomorrow it's done.

While the international community...

...has condemned the actions

of the Elite...

public polls indicate that many feel the

conflict between Bialya and Pokolistan...

...has been definitively resolved.

However, with Superman

next on the Elite's list, the question is...

Turn it off, please.

- When?

- Dawn, I guess.

They'll like the drama of that.

Why do you have to do this?

Why can't you call someone else?

The Elite didn't take the fight

to anyone else.

- They chose me.

- No, you went after them.

They're slaughtering people

and laughing about it.

Black can punch a hole

through a mountain by thinking.

The Hat tosses around demons

like trained birds and Pam...

- They have to be stopped.

- I think they can beat you.

I'm sorry.

But they're willing to go places you won't.

And they are so damn strong.

I heard a child say that he wanted

to be in the Elite when he grows up...

...because it would be fun

to kill bad guys.

Fun to kill.

People have to know

that there's another way.

They have to see that someone

believes in humanity strongly enough to...

To die for them?

Clark?

Show yourselves.

Pretty flash entrance, isn't it?

Our Bunny's a keeper.

Some people have no sense of theater.

- I call kneecaps.

- Spine.

- Other.

- Wait. Not here.

Please.

A last request. Brilliant.

We'll patch the game through

to interested parties.

Want everyone to see

it's a fair fight, yes?

Crackers. Bunny, darling.

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