Supergirl Page #2

several hundred trillion

light-years from our own...

Whoo-whoo!

Now, here's the weather

from the general Chicago area

increasing cloudiness with

the possibility of showers.

Breezy but warm

with a high of 62.

Bianca!

I'm home.

Bianca!

Wha-at?

Show your face.

I have a surprise for you.

They've turned off

the hot water again.

I'm really gonna have to kill

somebody down at the DWP.

The only way we're gonna

pay our bills next month

in this dump, is to just go

ahead and start our own coven.

No longer necessary.

I was reading in this book

"The Witches Guide

to Heaven and Hell"

if you start your

own coven all you've to do

is charge five bucks a head,

minimal admission. That's great.

- Chicken feed.

- That's better than goose egg.

What's in the Coffer of Shadow

there? Where's little Nigel?

Nigel, my dear Bianca,

is history.

Oh, yeah? How so?

The water department is history.

The car payments are history.

The mortgage

payments are history.

- How are the property taxes?

- History.

The world is at last my oyster.

Now, this I like.

- Hello.

- "Hello," she says.

- Well, hello to you, honeybun.

- Hello.

I was wondering if you could

tell me where I am?

What do they call this place,

Eddie? Lovers' Lane, isn't it?

You got it in one,

Billy boy. Lovers' Lane.

Oh, no, you see,

what I meant was is

well, those lights over there.

What are they called?

Check out the view

from back here, Eduardo.

Ah!

Stop that.

You're, uh, Superman's

best friend, huh?

No. His cousin. I've come here

to search for the omegahedron.

It's a power source vital to

Argo City. That's where I live.

No kidding.

Eddie and me here

we're on a secret mission also.

We're out looking

for a good time.

And you just won

the brass ring, baby.

Oh, she works out, huh?

Why are you doing this?

It's just the way we are.

You shouldn't have

done that, baby.

Come on.

Oh, I see.

You really wanna play games,

eh, sweetheart?

Come on. Come...

Ow!

Huh?

Eddie, I think

maybe we should

kinda keep this to ourselves.

What do you think?

Freddie, you little

devil. How are you?

Fresh ammunition, everybody.

Try telling your wife.

I need another.

Where is it? Where's

the little mystery ball?

Let me have a peek.

Maybe I can shed some light.

I hate light.

Is it electrical?

Is it hot to the touch?

- Where is it?

- Safe and sound.

Go mix.

Leave me to my thoughts.

Go mix? With these people?

You must be mad.

Who are they?

Wrinkly little wretches.

These are my

foot soldiers, Nigel.

My army of the night.

I'm considering nothing

less than world...domination.

After you left me in the lurch

I saw something that should

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