The Death of Superman

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NPD checkups to Metropolis

City Hall. 2078W in progress.

Kidnapping with advanced weapons.

Got to be Intergang.

They took out half the reserve

with their tech weapons last week.

Makes you nostalgic

for assault rifles.

It's a lab they chose

to blast at, Maggie.

These a**holes are expecting something

to wreck, Dan. Probably with a cape.

Lucky me,

I know a back way.

Get Mr. Mayor and his

better half out of here

before we get in trouble

from the man upstairs.

Didn't know you

was a believer, boss.

That ain't the man upstairs

I'm talking about.

Step away from

the Mayor, Mannheim.

Don't give me a reason.

Then you shouldn't

have given me one.

You, make sure they're dead.

Painfully sure.

And you, grab our esteemed

Mayor while I call for a ride.

Okay. I'll get you

out of here.

Come on, fella. You don't

want to be a cop killer.

Yeah, why's that?

Huh?

Hey, ever wonder what it feels

like to fall from a great distance?

Let's find out.

Oh, looks like it hurts.

Be right back.

Work, damn it!

Stupid piece of crap!

You're supposed to transport

me on my command.

Don't bother. Fried

it with my heat vision.

Only place you're being

transported to, Mannheim,

it's got three squares a day,

and lights out at 8:00.

Son of a b*tch!

You know, if there's one

thing I can't stand, it's a bully.

Guys like you

give Metropolis a bad name.

But you should know

by now, Mannheim,

no one tears my city apart

and gets away with it.

I feel like I say this a couple of

times a week but thanks, Superman.

I don't know what

we'd do without you.

You sound like a guy who

wants my vote, Mr. Mayor.

Hey, hey.

That's my friend there.

Superman!

Hey, it's me, your old buddy.

Bibbo Bibbowski. How is

the unluckiest sailor in town?

Ah, come on. You ain't have to

save my bacon that many times!

Anyway, ain't no sailor no more.

I'm a restaurateur.

Ace O' Clubs Bar and Grill.

How about a picture

for the joint?

Yeah.

Stupid thing. Never works

when you need it to.

I got you covered.

Jimmy Olsen,

you're a lifesaver.

Say Superman!

Superman!

Thanks, big guy.

I'll make sure to get

this to you, Mr. Bibbowski.

See you down at the joint, kid.

The ribs are on me.

Thanks, Jimmy. I really have

to get going.

Leaguers, is anyone...

- Available?

- 'Sup?

I have to be somewhere. Think you

could help with the cleanup?

Oh, again?

I swear you guys think I'm some

sort of one-man janitorial crew.

Well, while you're at it, my

apartment could use a going over.

Whoa! What the hell

have you been up against?

An Intergang crew that somehow

caught a hold of a mother box.

And that's not all. This

armor's from Apocalypse, too.

How'd you figure?

I'm wearing the same stuff,

remember?

Oh, great. Leftovers

from our war with Darkseid.

We need to get this analyzed. Maybe

one of the others could help.

No, we need someone

who's worked with this crap.

Someone who knows it

inside and out.

We need my dad.

I could take it to him if you want.

I know you two don't exactly...

Nah, it's cool. No problem ever

got better by avoiding it.

Well, at least, I won't be

slowing you down on cleanup.

- Later, partner.

- I owe you one, Flash.

You owe me

about 30.

I wonder if it's too late

to join the Titans.

Is there an age limit?

He's gonna take

pictures with anyone who asks.

The guy just can't

help himself.

You said

two minutes tops.

Sorry, Miss Lane,

tech-enhanced gangsters

kidnapping the Mayor and

other sort of distractions.

I know. I saw it live.

Are you sure you're not

just getting old?

You'll have to tell me

what that's like.

Ha! Super touche.

Your stories about Superman

helped me earn the people's trust.

Now it's time they learned

about the Kryptonian tech

that brought the strange visitor

from another planet to Earth.

And here's the compartment that

contained me as an infant.

Throughout the trip, it was

in charge of monitoring

my genetic makeup as well

as my basic metabolism.

Not to mention

midnight feedings.

How did it do all this?

I've only gotten so far

studying Kryptonian technology.

That's why I handed the job over to Dr.

Klyburn and her crew.

Which we were more

than happy to take on.

Only recently have we discovered these

super condensed ionized crystals.

We believe they acted as hyperwave

acceleration units for transport.

Oh, the gas.

To put it simply. We pulled it

from the main section of the pod,

the baby's car seat,

so to speak.

It can only be

activated one way.

You might want to look away

for a moment, Miss Lane.

Kryptonian tech

can be a bit overwhelming.

Holy...

Your identity genome

is confirmed, Kal-El.

I am the physical embodiment of

a personally attuned program

designed as a repository for all

that is Kryptonian in nature.

My sole purpose on this

journey is to inform you,

assist you and protect you

and all Kryptonian life.

- During...

- Wait a second. Is he...

Yes, Miss Lane.

You're looking at the last

son of Krypton's nanny.

Keep watching.

...as I have

also been entrusted

with preserving the history

of all Kryptonian bloodlines.

We will begin with yours.

- The House of El.

- Wait, is that...

There's your headline,

Miss Lane.

I'll like you and the rest of

the world to meet my parents.

So, what do you think?

I don't know what

to say. It's...

Hey, Superman,

looking good.

It's gonna be a reminder

of just how alien you are.

People forget that when you're

saving them from falling airplanes.

True, yeah. I have faith that...

Have a good one, Superman!

Thanks. You do, too.

There's a really

smart woman I know

who always says daylight

is the best disinfectant.

Lift back to The Planet?

And save me from expensing cab fare

to Perry White. You are heroic.

You know me,

always saving the day.

Uh, thanks for the ride.

I gotta go.

- There he is!

- Hey Superman, can I get a selfie?

Me too.

- You're in a rush.

- Got a big story.

I don't want

to spoil your day

but you're looking at the guy

with an exclusive on Intergang.

Well, that's nice.

Come with me.

What's

bigger than Intergang?

You'll find out.

No, right. You had that interview

with your super friend.

I know what that means.

In here.

You're always on fire

after seeing him.

Should I be jealous?

I think it's the tights.

I can pick up a pair

if that's all it takes.

Perfect. Wear 'em on our trip

to the Hamptons this weekend.

Uh, about that...

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

Do you know how hard

it is for me to get away?

I gave up that interview

with the Secretary of State!

- I can explain.

- Really?

You mean it's not

some secret meeting

with some secret spies

in some secret location?

My parents are in town.

Serious? So,

you buried the lede?

This weekend just got

a whole lot more interesting.

Um... I don't...

You don't what?

Want me to meet them?

Don't you think it's time?

Lois, wait.

It's just that...

Look, Clark, I'm not

gonna waste time

worrying if a guy likes me or not.

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