Your... "predecessor"... was an inspiration to us all, Superman. This cape and this shield mean something to people, but it is only a starting point. Metropolis will be inspired again. By a human being who can show them how to rise above.
The question on everyone's lips... How is it possible that a hero declared dead... a man who'd proclaimed to be both Superman and Clark Kent... can still be alive as two distantly different people?
There's a strong streak of good in you, Superman ... you'll come for me ...
Maybe it's time you practice what you preach and stop condemning an innocent man.
How ironic that my life depends ... on a powerless Superman.
It's so easy to resent him. Human beings are complex and confusing, they are a churning mass of desires and fears at any given moment. A white noise of bemusement. We are not binary. Good and evil would be blissful definitions. Unattainable certainty. Forever out of reach. He, however, is good. It is so easy, to resent him...
Give me my legally mandated ten-minute phone call and I can destroy a dam in Hyderabad, score the contracts to rebuild it, seduce your significant other and, as an afterthought, invent a phone you could use to call Mars.
The Justice League is dead. Superman is gone. This is a job for Lex Luthor.
The fact is, Batman, there wasn't a single occurrence of metahuman violence or extraterrestrial or interdimensional incursion until you all showed up. When we needed you most, your league was infiltrated and manipulated into unleashing these malevolent doppelgangers from beyond. You failed to stop yourselves on every metaphorical and literal level... which is why we're going to have to do it.
I may not be as strong or as powerful as you, Alexander... but I'm smarter.
...When we needed you most, your league was infiltrated and manipulated into unleashing these malevolent doppelgangers from beyond. You failed to stop yourselves on every metaphorical and literal level... which is why we're going to have to do it.
We aren't going to solve this with our wits and will. Our best chance for survival is to follow the plan Brainiac set. The cost is too great otherwise. Or did you all forget? If Colu dies, Earth is next.
Just a little longer... and the whole universe will be ours to behead.
Before your body was transformed into living nuclear energy, your name was Nathaniel Tryon. You were a security guard at the Metropolis power plant until a meltdown changed you into this. You hunted down those you blamed for the accident and tried to kill them, but Superman stopped you. You became a metahuman gun-for-hire.
Yes, well..."This man" can see the two of you have clearly bonded with...Bizarro. You'll be glad to know I got his heart beating again. At this point there is only a .37 percent chance I can save him. For anyone else that would be impossible. For me, it's a Tuesday.
We should never have turned to the stars for guidance. If there is an answer, it's here on Earth with us. For years, I thought Superman was trying to be the answer to that infernal equation, and I hated him for that. But I see now what his actions say -- there is no answer. Figure it out for yourself how to be better, as he is trying to do...
This is a tale of imperfection. It begins with an ending and ends with a beginning. A villain is the hero, and a hero is the villain. Its main character remains behind the scenes. It ends in birth, and it begins in blood.
Your work is going to be revolutionary. And Kord Industries is a family business. And family...family is important. I can't take that away from you or from the people who now work for you. But I will be here if you ever need any advice. I'm only a phone call away.
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