Superman Vs. The Elite Page #5

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Damn you, Clark.

Here's a nice slice of pitch to play on.

Thank Bunny for the oxygen.

Not that you need it, but we mere mortals...

Figure you got a speech prepped.

I've tried to reason with you.

I've tried to show you

there's another way.

I'm begging you to help me end this

without further bloodshed.

Stand down

and be judged for your crimes.

And maybe we can all get out of this

in one piece.

You're an inconceivable wanker.

Pay attention, would-be superheroes,

and glorious people of Earth.

School's in session.

And Professor Chester's gonna learn you

how the world will work from this day on.

Rule number one:
he who has the power

makes the rules. Obvious.

Rule number two:

tough love is a crock of scatters.

This isn't about love

People don't want babysitters in spandex

to spank them when they're bad.

They want surgeons to cut out the cancers

that festered in us...

...and make sure they never come back.

Dr. Black, at your service.

Wait for it, kids.

Rule number three: no more capes.

As this ends quicker than any of you

ever imagined, take heed.

Blue Boy is the first.

But if any of his costumed cronies rise up

to avenge their fallen dream...

you'll get worse, I promise.

The dream is over.

Viva reality.

No witty retort? Oh, wait.

You're in the middle of a seizure.

Sorry, mate. I can't read your mind...

...but I sure as hell

can muck about with your brain.

All those capillaries,

like little tubes of concrete.

But still vulnerable.

It's funny, isn't it?

A life of truth, justice and

the American, military, capitalist way.

In the end, you die on the moon,

wondering if your bowels will let go.

And tomorrow, the world will go on

like nothing happened.

Dragged kicking and screaming

to a better day.

Ta, mate.

- They didn't really...

- I mean, it's Superman.

There, look.

How is it that no matter

how badly you massacre...

...one of these thong-and-blanket types...

...some shred of their unmentionables

still survives the blast?

I did my best, boss.

At least you got a trophy out of it.

Strewth.

Right, who else has business to perform

on this shroud before we hang it up?

- I, for one, should like to scrub my...

- I finally get it.

Thank you.

No frigging way.

Cool it, Hat. Coldcast?

Nothing could have...

That was like 15 suns exploding in his face.

I made the mistake

of treating you people like people.

No sonar.

Can't smell him either. Scorched air.

But now I understand better.

I'm getting a tight sphincter here,

Chester.

Shut your gob.

I understand now what the world wants.

What it needs.

Ow! Something bit me.

- Bit you?

- Pam!

- Do something.

- Do what?

He's poisoned the zoo.

The buggers want out.

He is supposed to be dead.

- She's not breathing. Damn it, Chester.

- She's dead?

Bugger me. He's playing it our way.

Leave her.

Blister the land and flush him out.

I can't. Not after a blast like that.

Call the ship and get Pam to sick bay.

Guys.

The world needs people in charge...

...who are willing

to put the animals down.

- Is...? Is that Superman?

- Not anymore.

- Pam!

- She's dead. Let her go.

Hang tight. Everyone knows

Superman can't do magic.

Don't let him separate us.

Here's a little ancient Chinese secret.

How? He's shielded by magic.

That wind is clocking in

at 500 miles a minute.

His body may not be taking any hits...

...but his lungs just collapsed

from the vacuum.

Do something.

Find his brain and shut it down.

He thought this through.

- He's been playing us this whole time.

- Chester. He killed Pam and the Hat.

Get With it.

Bunny, get us out of here.

What the hell are you doing?

Pam is still up there.

- We can't just...

- He won't do anything here.

Not with the sheep around us.

Bunny, get ready to port again.

The second he shows his S,

I'm gonna flatten this whole city.

Chester, wait.

Holy sh...

Where did he go?

Where did he freaking go?

Orbit. He went into orbit at Mach seven.

If you had super-hearing,

any second you'd hear the pop.

Oh, no.

You crazy son of a b*tch.

You killed my team.

Your team of killers.

Now guess what.

They won't be killing anyone else.

See?

I finally bought what you've been selling.

You bloody psychopath!

How does it feel, Black?

How does it feel to be deconstructed?

To be the victim?

To watch your dreams die?

Let me show you,

you self-righteous hypocrite.

Heat vision? You can barely stand,

let alone fry my face.

I'm not aiming at your face.

You're not dying. I'm thinking it...

...but why can't I feel my power?

I scanned your brain for abnormalities.

And when I found one...

...I out it out.

- What?

- Heat vision.

Focused through your pupils

like a scalpel.

Instant lobotomy.

This isn't you. You don't do this.

I do now.

No!

It doesn't have to be that way, Superman.

You taught us that.

No. He taught you that he's no better

than the rest of us.

You all saw. Everyone on Earth

saw what you did to us.

And they know you're no better.

There's nothing special about you.

Yes, they did see.

They saw the ugliness of violence

as a solution and it frightened them.

It frightened me too when I decided

to cross that line and do what you do.

It's so easy.

Anger, vengeance.

Luckily, I'm not you.

And I never will be.

You killed my team! Look at this place!

Chester.

I thought you were supposed to be

the sharp one.

Boys.

- Hell of a performance.

- To be fair, I had some help.

Your sister, to start.

Her files were very thorough.

Especially regarding

the idiosyncrasies of your brain.

But I knew they wouldn't be enough.

You're right about me.

I would never put civilians in harm's way.

I Won '1' kill.

But you would.

So I made sure I had backup

As for your people...

...they're fine.

Nursing headaches

I don't even wanna think about.

But very much alive

as they're stripped of their powers...

...and prepped for transport

to a supermax prison.

That's why I had to let you

knock me around for so long.

I didn't have a nifty teleporter.

Bunny, you rotten clot, get me out of...

But I do now.

You'd be surprised how fast

Bunny agreed to help me...

...when one of the super-bots promised

to return her to her home dimension.

You...? You think that's it?

It's not over, you poncy twit.

If you think I'll just go to jail and rot,

you're living in a dream world!

Good. Dreams save us.

Dreams lift us up and transform us

into something better.

And on my soul,

I swear that until my dream...

...of a world where dignity, honor

and justice are the reality we all share...

...I'll never stop fighting. Ever.

Olsen, get the crowd reactions.

Perry loves crowds.

You ever scare me like that again,

I'll kill you.

If I ever scare me like that again,

it's a deal.

Can we go so I can kiss you now?

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