The Death of Superman Page #2

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We're both adults.

I know it was my idea to keep things secret

at work, but I'm really trying here.

No. No, you're right.

You should meet them.

It's just that this is

uncharted territory for me

and there's some things

I need to get used to sharing.

Clark, it's your parents.

What am I gonna find out?

That you were a huge dork?

I already know that.

It'll be fine. Just fine.

Well, Dr. Stone,

what's the verdict?

It matches what we've seen from other

Apocalyptian tech but not completely.

John, can you come

here for a moment?

I can't remember the last

time you asked for help.

Dr. Irons is one of S.T.A.R.

Labs premier engineers.

If it's about this metal,

Silas, I've been... Oh.

That's him.

- Have we met?

- At a construction site, once.

I had just quite LexCorp and

wanted to get my mind off it.

I remember. Nice shirt.

I wear it with pride.

Oh, can we just

do this already?

What'd you find, John?

It's definitely

from Apocalypse.

But it's been bonded with Earth-based

tri-formulite at an atomic level.

The combination

makes this stronger.

Incredible!

That means it's even

stronger than you, Victor.

Always got an encouraging

word, huh, Dad?

You'll need some very sophisticated

resources to produce an alloy like this.

The S.T.A.R. Labs could do it, but

it sure didn't come from here.

Maybe Wayne Tech. Or even...

Of course. Cyborg,

we'll catch up later.

Thank you both for

your time and expertise.

Your welcome, Superman.

I appreciate you bringing

me in on this, son.

It's been a long time.

Yeah, I know.

Sorry about that.

Dr. Irons, you good?

Better than ever, Victor.

Lose something, Lex?

I'm sorry. What are we blaming

me for now, Superman?

Those weapons

this morning.

They're based

on alien technology,

but clearly modified

for Intergang here on Earth.

Ooh, that sounds scary.

But as you can see, I spend my days under

house arrest, wearing this crude leash.

I've added a little dash

of Kryptonite green.

Don't worry, it's not real.

Oh, come on.

Intergang has connections all over

the planet. It could be anyone.

We'll get to

the bottom of it, Lex.

And when we do, I'll be back.

You know something

I don't know?

Only that this city's never going

to love you just for hating me.

But Senator, the rents on

those slums were raised 200%.

As the newly disclosed owner, you

must have some kind of a comment.

- I guess not.

- Incoming.

I heard something juicy

and I had to share.

Doesn't, Daily Planet Live

go on the air in two minutes?

Mmm-mmm. I'm not on

until the second segment.

I'm sure it could wait.

So you're meeting

the parents?

Oh, God, make it stop.

Lois, you're great.

I respect you.

I wanted to be you until

I found out on camera

there's more than digging

through government garbage.

- Who told you anyway?

- You did, just now.

I had a suspicion something was up when

you stopped calling him "Smallville."

I did?

Sweetie, the women here notice

everything about tall, handsome men.

And the only competition in

this place is Steve Lombard,

and he makes me feel

like I need to shower.

Hello ladies, did someone

mention the Stevenator?

Yes, I think it was

human resources.

You see my point?

Hey!

Listen, Cat, Clark and I are

just good friends right now.

You wanna spread it around

the office? Have at it.

- Just let me get back to work, okay?

- Okay, okay.

Just be careful.

You always said Clark seemed different

like he's got a wall around him.

It's like he doesn't want anyone to

get too close, you know what I mean?

Yeah, I guess I do.

We need you

on set, Miss Grant.

That's my cue. See ya.

Dropped something?

As your long-suffering,

devoted wife,

I'm used to your butter

fingers at home

but, Hank, you're setting

a bad example for the others.

Yeah, Commander,

I'm starting to wonder

if we got the wrong

Henshaw in charge.

Guys, I'm happy to let

Terri call the shots,

but I got to warn you, I'm

considered the nice Henshaw.

Yeah, right.

Terri, give Houston a call.

Looks like they were right

about the hydraulic struts.

The launch vibration probably

knocked some screws loose.

Knocked some screws

loose. Very technical.

Well, I'm sure you can science

that up a bit, Madam Engineer.

Houston, this is Excalibur.

Come in, Houston.

Come on,

Space Rangers.

Last looks before

we head back in.

It's your ninth trip up here, boss.

You can't still be dazzled.

I'm just looking

for a red cape.

You can see it

if he's above the exosphere.

He's been up here twice, you know.

Saved my ass one time.

Yes, sir. You can

always count on Superman.

I hate to

interrupt your plans.

How was your night

in the town, Mr. Luthor?

Phenomenal, Gregory.

But then again, every private

performance by the Bolshoi

is a little better

when it's forbidden.

Do you have something for me?

Uh...

Right.

Sometimes I forget which one of us the

government's placed under house arrest.

I don't.

Hank? They need you

back online. Important.

Henshaw here. What's up?

Oh, hell!

We've got unidentified

debris heading our way.

Everyone, back

to the ship. Now!

Leave it!

Always happy to walk among the

greatest minds of this generation.

That's why I bought them.

That specimen's clearly

porphyritic rock.

Read a book, you clod.

At last, someone understands

Euclid's fifth postulate.

Too bad it's not you.

I do not suffer fools, people.

The world is filled

with too many already,

obsequious cretans

who worship aliens,

believing them to be

the agents of justice.

But I have seen the alien's true face.

I understand his threat.

In spite of false conviction at

the hands of these vigilantes,

LexCorp has stayed on mission,

redoubling its efforts

to find the next

alien Ubermensch

and crush it

in its infancy.

- Now, show me what you've found.

- Okay.

They hacked into Houston's

encrypted feed

from the Excalibur shuttle, and

something's heading our way.

We've got 30 seconds.

You need to fire engines now!

I'd like to see what they're running

away from. We have a satellite nearby?

Enlarge.

Does that asteroid look

unusual to you?

- It looks lumpy.

- Hmm.

I was going

to say pregnant.

Tether's still attached,

Bay door's open. 12 degrees.

I don't care. Initiate

primary thrusters now!

Captain, impact! We're breaking up!

We lost starboard

thrusters and...

Oh, my God, Hank,

we're not gonna make it.

- What do you say, Captain?

- Like hell, we're not!

Superman will save us,

just like always.

We're breaking up!

Stay calm, everyone.

He's on his way. I know it.

- ...lose some thrusters. Out of control...

- Hey, what are you...

It's okay, Terri. You can

always count on Superman.

Terri, no!

Superman, I knew

you'd come.

Mr. Luthor? I have to

hurry before I'm missed.

The meteorite's landed

in the mid-Atlantic channel,

Coordinates 4712 North,

74595 West.

Did you get that?

You son's anti-toxin will

be delivered within the hour.

Congratulations on his survival.

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